The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 31/19

Lindaghill said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “couch” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!”

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Couch.

He had been in the house for as long as anyone could remember. Witnessed three proposals, many a stolen moments of lust, one birth, two deaths numerous arguments and one nasty case of a fist fight.

Yes you could say he was part of the furniture. He was at home in every room and comfortable with each new generation. So it was rather a shock to overhear them speaking of him in the past tense. He’d done well, had a good run, but now he had outlived his use , past his best. However nicely it was couched he was unsettled by this line of talk.

To his utter shock he found himself out in the garden under the apple tree by the dustbins. It wasn’t too bad it was Summer and the cat and the dog were happy to join him in the shade.

It was the third day that he’d been out there when the young couple came over to talk to him they spoke in glowing terms about him. Then they went up to the house and spoke in enthusiastic terms to his latest couple who seemed very happy to meet the young couple.

Later that day he was heaved up into a red van and driven a short distance to the shops. He spent the night in the van…not happy in the dark not even a dog or cat for company.

In the morning he was move into a bright and busy place with coffee tables, music , wooden floors and lots of people.

“I love him” , he heard the young woman say to her partner “the perfect center piece for our retro café, yup the perfect couch.”

Once again he was in the thick of it part of bustling café / bar life.

Ice Cold

All ties, torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar

I search for you, eyes downcast, I follow your scent from afar.

I told you I would do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat

I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.

The wind blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.

I no longer feel it’s icy chill as half naked on my quest for you I set forth.

Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare

My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.

The tiny, tight pleats on my dress reflect the meanness of your being

My bared breast a reminder of my love and nurturing

Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and hold

But you have cast me off unwanted abandoned to the cold.

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An old poem of mine, renamed and revamped from 2013.

Thursday photo prompt: Frozen #writephoto

Rachel felt the temperature drop as she and the scouts neared Ewan’s camp. She spoke, telepathically, to the men as they rode behind her. “Feel this cold, know it, see this bleak landscape, know it. This is no seasonal weather this is the herald of war.”

The men heard her and the youngest, again, answered her. “What do you mean Rachel” he asked. Rachel told him how the evil vampire winter spread across the land from where they had travelled killing everything in its path and wake. She also told him how Lisa had cast an eternal summer spell around the Witches Tower. Sadly the evil winter had broke the bounds of that spell and invaded the tower grounds causing them to flee to find Ewan and his armies of the son’s if men. The winter was obviously catching up with them.

Rachel upped the pace feeling that there was more happened than just the vampire winter rolling in. The men too felt a sense of unease.

As they approached the camp they could see the land before and behind them to all horizons frozen and dark. The men were chilled to the bone.

Then as they reached the camp they found themselves on green grass, the frozen ground simply stopped.

“Lisa is working her magic” Rachel thought. As they entered the camp Rachel called to Lisa but she did not answer. Rachel was beginning to worry when a new voice spoke to her.

“Rachel” said the voice. “Lisa sleeps for now but not for much longer, the originals of the vampires tried to enter her head . Luckily I was around to save her” “Who are you?” growled Rachel adding “and how did you know Lisa, or my name come to that!”

The voice gently laughed and replied “I am Alicia known to Leona as Grandma, Queen of the witches and an elder to Lisa.” The voice was warm and calming, “I am here to help Rachel, hurry we need to talk” Alicia stopped speaking as suddenly as she had started.

The scouts lead their horses to food, water and shelter and whilst Rachel sort out Ewan, Lisa and Alicia.

She found them all in Ewan’s tent. Ewan discussing tactics with a worried looking Calador. As she entered the tent the two men looked up. “Your back at last any news ” Ewan snapped. Rachel’s eyes flashed red as she changed into human form replying as she did, “your men have a report for you” Scanning the tent she asked “Where is Lisa” from behind a screen to the left of where the two men were working came Alicia’s calm and gentle voice. “Here Rachel she is here sleeping” Rachel went round the screen and asked of Alicia, “Is she okay” the older woman smiled “She is indeed Rachel she will wake within the the hour. Meanwhile you and I must talk. ” The two women left the tent ..Rachel looked at the temperate evening and asked. “How long can you hold this spell” Alicia replied “As long as I need and when Lisa wakes she will help me and we can transport the temperature where ever we travel.”

Rachel shivered looking out to the frozen waste surrounding the camp perimeter and thought. ” We could not hold it before”…”You did not have me before ” Rachel heard Alicia’s voice in her head.

So the war had started there was no going back.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge #writephoto

One-Liner Wednesday. 28th August 2019.

An entry for the alternative dictionary.

Eavesdropped : House structure calamity.

This bit of silliness is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday.

Words On Wednesday

A beautiful and thoughtful blog from Suzi. I agree there should be a lot more kindness in this world .

Twittering Tales #151 – 27 August 2019

Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at Pixabay.com.

Instructions.

Approach in clear line of view. No sudden or aggressive movements. Speak gently. A dragon always reacts better to calm, gentle handling. You must master this first meeting, you never get a second chance. Remember you are a dragon keeper, you need a dragon more than they need you.

(280 Characters)

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This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 142 #SynonymsOnly Character &Wild.

Hi and welcome to this week’s Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. This week’s words are Character & Wild. This week I have chosen a Shadorma.

What do you see.

What aspect

Of nature untamed

Can you sense

Within me

Is it love of free spirit

Or primative lust .

Weekly Song Challenge, Week 28!

Time once again for Laura’s Weekly Song Challenge!

The Rules:

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to Laura’s post.

Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.

Tag two people to participate!

The Songs:

Post a video of a song that reminds you of a loved one.

I took the challenge from John Holton

This video The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys. Reminds me of my oldest son.

Post a video of a song that mentions a food or drink. Lilac Wine by Ellie Brooks. Reminds me of my younger days.

Post a video of a song that talks about rain or sunshine.

The Flood, by Take That.

Reminds me I am still alive.

Your Turn! I nominate anyone who fancys a go.

Let’s see what you come up with!

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #268 Gratitude& Harmony

Harmony is bred

From gratitude for small things

Happiness is free.

This is part of Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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