The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 31, 2022

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It’s Saturday and LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/knew.’” Use one, use both, use them any way you like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!

Who Knew Noughts New.

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It was late, the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing the New Year in as Old Father Time was on his way out.

Everywhere plans were being made for beginnings shiny and new
Death and Old Father Time raised an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

Death knew he would spend his time as he did time and again
Just doing his job without complaint clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.

From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe or knife fight in the dark
A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing accident or tragedy in the park.

Old Father time had seen it all , in technicolour more than once before
He patted Death on the shoulder as he trudge towards the sunrise once more.

He slipped on spilt blood on the floor and stepped over miss chances
He knew them so well, he passed by the plotters and suicides ready for one way dances.

A cry from the pram made the old guys both jump,
Why did hope always arrive at this time of year, in this dump

The New Year was gurgling and burbling with joy, eyes bright on horizons new
Painting rosy lies across the world, closing it’s eyes to badness and feelings of blue.

No time for moping said old Father Time
Get on with your work Death all will be fine.
That shiny New Year there in the pram
Will be worn out and tired like us at the end of this year’s scam.

Death gave a wave of his scythe.
Old Father Time raised his hand in reply.
Both resigned to the fact that nothing was new.
This farce was their fate over and over they knew.

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto part one of a catch up post Morgarna, Merlin and co have not been sleeping. Part 1.

Morgarna had a very rough time coping with being robbed if powers and incaserated in a lonely freezing garret but as always nothing lasts forever.

..

Merlin carefully carried Morgarna into the house where he gently woke her up. She was not in a good mood and a little surprised to be back at the house…” What took you so long I felt like I was dying in that cold and dirty garret!”
” You were not too easy to find babes you were off the radar for a while there! How are you feeling now Morgs”
“Absolute rubbish Merl’s but I can feel my powers returning and boy that’s really good, I felt really vulnerable, I can’t imagine how those mortals must feel…so unsafe!” With that Morgarna sprung up and announced that she was off for a bath and just vanished.
“What have I told you about inappropriate use of Magic” Merlin asked the void she’d left.
“Just testing that my powers work, and a little.bird told me you’ve not been quite the stickler lately! “


Later a much refreshed and more confident Morgarna emerged looking her normal stunning self.
Gail was in the kitchen cooking up a whirlwind and John was happily watching her completely spell bound by the machinery and the amazing smells.
Merlin and Morgarna sat in the lab huddled over the computer discussing the next step they needed to take to deal with the shapshifting entity.
“We may not need to go back Morgs, right now he’s in our time zone is
and I believe I have located his home planet. We need to get him sorted and returned before he causes more problems.
We need to return to the cemetery and the Volts were Annette and her father are buried”
Morgarna agreed, ” We’d better take John with us too.


“I’m coming too” insisted Gail I need to see this one through to the end! “
“Okay” said Merlin “but it won’t be all excitement!”
” Are we jumping or driving, Merl’s?” Morgarna asked.
“Time is of the the essence, right now I think we should Jump and so they did.


Reindeer – Image by KL Caley.

As they landed in the cemetery they found themselves surrounded by a thick fog, in the distance they could see a herd of reindeer 🦌” Oh! How festive” Morgarna trilled.


“Come we need to get things sorted out ” replied Merlin pointing his mobile at the distant deer, ” those are just deer so we had best get on.”
Are you ready for this John , are you ready to meet your love Annette again?” Asked Gail . “Yes indeed I am. I miss her so ” said John.
As Gail and John headed towards the church and the crypt ….. Merlin and Morgarna headed in to town, the ghosts who had witnessed the the Entity taking the young man’s body described him.
They had seen the entity enter one of houses in the street just outside the cemetery.two houses with matching doors, railings and winter decor.


“Well ” Merlin got his phone and ER. out and pointed them at the doors, then after looking at the reading he
continued “It’s in the lit up house”
“Are you certain” asked Morgarna “I’d of thought that he’d be hiding in the dark one…..I’d of put money on it!”
“We said Merlin that’s probably what it wants us to think , but it’s definitely in the lit up house.”
Silently Morgarna and Merlin went into the house using a skeleton key that Merlin had in his pocket. As they stepped inside they were shocked to find themselves in a pitch black hallway in a pitch black house?

Neighbours – Image by KL Caley.

This is part of K.L.Caley’s #writephpto Horizon.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #42. Use RECOVER as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

A broken body holds sway over the mind..making the being irritable and unkind.
The touch of a child, the light of the sun, the kindness of strangers
The scents of nature revives like seasons the road back to health can be long

© willowdot21.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 442 DONE and Tire.

image from Pixabay

Winter has done her worst
Clinging, with frosty fingers
Refusing to tire
She clings on to her power
Keeping the young spring at bay

This Tanka is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovanwrite’s.

Wordless Wednesday. Sparkles.

Part of Hugh’s views and news wordless Wednesday.

Happy Christmas Everyone.

I wish all my lovely friends and followers here on wordpress a very happy Christmas may you all be blessed with a happy time.

Yule tide is upon us and yesterday was it’s eve. No doubt you have all been very busy. Well it’s time for you to sit down and have a break. So let’s all raise a glass to eachother and shout Happy Christmas.

Below is a little Christmas poem and some Christmas music.

Thanks for all your patience I love you all

It’s A Miracal

Black, black the sky, cold the winds blow

Across the sand by the light of the stars progress was slow.

She was slight but with child. Tired and near her time.

They had to travel though, the census to sign.

They arrived late after many days travel and there was no place to stay.

She was too tired to chide her man for his incompetence

A Miracle

Her time was near, she urged him to find a place she could lay.

He found a stable bare and full of the animal’s stench.

He did his best to make her comfortable as she began her labor

She was so young and a virgin she knew not what was happening

Finally a child was born as promised a boy to the world a saviour.

From outside came a gentle light and the sound of singing.

People came from far and wide, rich and poor bringing gifts

No one knew why they came but come they did

All saw the beauty of the family and felt their sorrow lift.

Image from Pixabay.

Love and kindness is for every day , not just for Christmas.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 💜💜💜

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Cosy.

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Our host,LindaGHill, for Stream of Consciousness Saturday said :”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cozy.’” Use it any way you like. Have fun! (And Merry Christmas if I don’t come back before then!)

So

to Linda and you all.

Christmas isn’t always cosy because life can’t always be cosy. But we can do our best to make things cosy for those we love. We can reach to those who are lonely, ill, those who have lost loved ones, are homeless, poor or unloved, drug, alcohol and gambling addicts….

We can give our time or our money to Charities and that can make us feel cosy inside. Here are a few Crisis at Christmas The NSPCC Age U.K. RSPCA

Cosy.

Cosy is as cosy does
Don’t close your eyes make a fuss
Little children cold and hungry
Wondering why for them it’s not a fun day.

Photo by Ahmed akacha on Pexels.com

Old and lonely by a tiny fire not cosy
Would love a visit or a posey

Tired and frightened on street
Need help to make their lives complete.

Good Friends (Puppy and Kitten) by John Henry Dolph (American, 1835-1903) is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Tiny puppy or a kitten for five minutes cherished
Left outside to perish.

Open your eyes and your hearts
Share your cosy share the love
You’ll feel bless from above.

© willowdot21

So, sorry if this post not so COSY , if it made you think that’s just rosy… I love you all so I am sending Christmas Hugs 💜💜

PART OF LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

MOVING HOUSE

My Sister on the move…. Growing older, coping and moving on is not for the faint hearted….

My Blog

Moving house

bubble wrap and boxes

phone calls to make

forms to complete

and Christmas!!!

I’m finding it all a bit daunting.

Having been admonished by eldest son to ‘Ask for help Mother’

I have done so but in one quarter have been left feeling like ‘The little red hen’

in Scholastic Early Readers!!!

Ok I know Christmas is on the horizon and they have their own lives to live.

Get on with it girl!!

The reason for all this activity??

Having thought about it for months I finally decided Sheltered Housing was for me.

I knew there was a good place not too far away so booked a visit and was shown round.

There were Studio flats and one and two bed apartments and so beautifully appointed.

The Ethos of the house was welcoming and homely. I took home an application form and completed it that evening. After a…

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One Liner Wednesday.

Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.” – Dale Evans

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #41. Use GIFT as your inspiration this week.

Gift.

Her voice full of hope and tidings full of such promise heralding the gift.
Given with love and without expectation from the heart of God.
To present us all with redemption joy.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

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