For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a flower-strewn cliff-top above the sea, where a rocky outcrop, seemingly shaped into many forms and faces, looks out over the waves.
They had always been there or so everyone thought. Their faces weather beaten and sun dried over millennia. They guarded the shores, they kept us safe, even now when foolish people dismissed them as “just rock formations”. They stayed steadfast and watched over the seas and us.
No one ever really noticed that unlike most of the coast line these Guardian Rocks did not erode, they did not fall into the sea. Nor did they recede like those around them, no they grew in number. More faces joined them each time there was a threat. They had seen invasion people walking across long gone land, then came the sea then men in boats. They stood and watched, then came sturdier boats, then Balloons then planes, bombs, shells.
They watched and waited, they kept us safe, they grew in number each time these isles were threatened they silently grew in number. They watched as many made their way here hoping for a better life. They witenesed death, birth and anguish. They laughed, wept and when they could allowed some to climb them .
Now we face an invisible threat one we do not know the measure of. This time the threat is alien, yet of this world, deadly and stealthy.
The Guardians were joined by more of their kind but this time they did not feel strong, slowly they felt a weakness entering their soul.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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37 thoughts on “Thursday photo prompt: Guardian #writephoto”
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Ominous!
Yes indeed, t’was meant to be 💜
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Very good take on the photo
Thank you 💜
Oh dear, this sounds very frightening, Willow.
It was supposed to be Robbie 💜💜💜
I love the take on the picture but are the guardians friend or foe??
Stay well and laugh
The Guardians are friends 💜💜
Hope they stay strong. We need faithful guardians. Well done, Willow!
Thank you Miriam 💜
You’re welcome, Willow!
Perhaps they need the memories of the people give them strength…
Yes they do, they need people to show them they care too 💜
Absolutely, Willow ❤
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Very timely.
Thank you 💜
Oooh, sis! You really took it somewhere, there!
Thank you Sis it was one that just flowed 💜💜💜
It did indeed 🥰
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Wow!
Thank you 💜
Maybe they have grown weary. Beautiful take on the prompt ❤️
Thank you Shweta, maybe, maybe they need us to behave.💜
Great take
Thank you 💜
Thank you Sue💜💜
I enjoyed this. It feels mysterious to me. 🤔
Thank you, that was the idea 💜
I like this. A girl of like mind 🙂
Thank you Jemma
Thank you Traci 💜