What do you see. 16th March.

Thanks go to Sadje for continuing this challenge after the sad loss of Hélène last year.

Image credit; Kellepics- Pixabay
For the Visually challenged readers, the picture shows a woman dressed as a warrior standing on a rock and next to her is a giant mask. One of the eye socket of which is half broken.

Celtic Warrior am I

I fight my foe until I die

I see through your mask of hate

Evil far too deep to contemplate.

If I must descend into the fires of hell

I will take your mask of hate as well.

Anything is possible…

The best inspirational blog I have read this year. Read at source on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

The three things Challenge #176

Welcome to Di from pensitivy101: The Three Things Challenge. #179
Every day she’ll give you three things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
You don’t have to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. Today’s Three Things are PANIC PUNCH SHOP

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.

It’s war out there, each man woman and child for themselves. Except it’s not war is it this is a time we should all be pulling together.

Trina approached work with the rising panic she had felt all this month. As she tapped in the entry code on back door pad she checked behind her to make sure no one was watching. Entering the warehouse she was relieved to see all her co workers there. “Hi, Trina are you ready for another day of panic buying fun? ” It was Tom the shop manager, a say shop was an understatement it was infact a superstore.

Trina laughed wryly “Fun, really , I wouldn’t call it fun. Not after that woman threw a punch yesterday and it all went south! It took SCO 19 an hour to sort out the pandemonium. ”

Ten minutes later in her Waitrose uniform and stab jacket Trina walked up the shop floor to the customer service desk, dodging customers and goods alike.

Photo prompt round-up: Lambent #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Crown

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

Brave New World

The path well trod leads to the stones

Feet bare or shod approach the thrones

The Gods of men look down and smile

The land is bathed in gold for a while.

For man has has been removed, taken out

By an invisible foe, who soon will die no doubt.

There is nought for it to pray upon

So soon the Gods will be alone, beast and virus gone.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 169 #PhotoPrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a #PhotoPrompt

So for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka, we have a photo prompt from….

Padre, from Padre’s Ramblings, provided the photo for this month’s challenge. What does this photo say to you? Write some syllabic poetry and tell me what you think. Make sure to give Padre credit for the use of his photo.

This week I have chosen to write a Gogyohka.

Image Credit: ©2020 Padre

Was it the red wine

Or the stars in her blue eyes

That gave her away

Elated one moment broken the next

Smashed like an empty bottle of wine.