Thursday photo prompt: Entrance #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the a green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave

ENTRANCE

What secrets lie over the threshold

What echos in the dark and cold

Why do I now hesitate

Sealed forever my fate

Decided too late

No point to fight

Less chance flight

In to

Night.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Photo prompt round-up: Keep #writephoto

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Colleen's 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt

It is the third Tuesday of the month and so it time for our photo prompt from Colleen.

This month’s photo prompt has been provided by me. What does the photo say to you, tell your story in syllabic poetry. Just rely on your emotions.

The young couple at the airport told us (the old couple) of their very recent wedding. They spoke of how beautiful and lavish it had been . They enthused about the food and the guests and the sun-kissed honeymoon they were about to embark on. Yet the bride’s eyes and hands told me a more valid story.

Life’s Patterns, A Nonet.

My

Hands show

Rich patterns

Of my new life

Painted carefully

By Auntys and sisters

To prepare me , as the bride

My heart soars at the sight of them

I am now joined to the man I love.

They symbolise our new path together.

©2019 Willow Willers

I wish them well.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

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Cosmic Photo prompt. 20/1/20 Look up.

This week for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge Dale has chosen the prompt which is Look up. I have not participated for a long while but I thought why not and so here is my effort for this week’s  #CosPhoChal.

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From the top : vapour trail sky, blue sky, looking up at an Ent, a rainbow, Palm trees, my clamatis covered pergola. More Palm trees in the evening, a glass roof, a Victorian glass roof, the sun through volcanic ash, the same plus our house, a sunset, the pergola, a tall house in France.

Happy Monday.

Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.

The Keep

Nature needs not straight lines

It is only man who craves those confines.

Nature fills the sky with grey and blue

And the earth below with many a hue.

Man builds his dwelling with straight sides

Using what mother provides.

The shape of a cross in a ruin’s walls

Looks to a tower as it crumbles and falls.

Where once an archer stood

Shooting his arrows , true and good.

Now is empty and only cold winds blow

Nature blurs the lines bring beauty were she goes.

We will never know what secrets sleep

Hidden within the castle’s keep.

#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Presence #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old photograph of a pathway lined with standing stones leading through a flower-filled meadow.

Ancient Pressence

Do you dream in sepia do you feel the light

Do the ghosts of history visit you at night?

Is there more than we can understand

As the past and present unite joining hands.

Feel the pressence of those who went before

Spirits of the old ones knocking on your door.

Are you open to the truth they bring.

Will you dream in sepia or set. your soul to soar upon the wing.

This is part of Sue Vincent #writephoto.

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Just Jot it January. Photo

© willowdot21 2020

#jusjojan

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Thursday photo prompt: Fume #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Fume

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a line of leaf-bare trees outlined against a pall of white smoke, brightly lit from within. The shape made by the smoke looks rather like the head of a mythical beast…

Fume

The noise grew closer at first a rumble

Rising to a cresendo grumble

Making all onlookers tumble

Wildly panicking bumbling

It was coming closer, rumbling

Yellow phosphorus scaring humbling

All of them their braveness stumbling.

Was it a lion or a bear crumbling

No, no, it was a dragon tumberling

Racing into hell all of the world is crumbling!

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

Thursday photo prompt: Angel #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey

Angel

Quietly, slip the bonds of pain

Let your imagination take wings again

Blessed by an angel, lit by candle light

May all be a peace this sacred night.

The smell of pine pervades the air

Childhood memories leads me to prayer

Things kept from long ago

My donkey and my angel know

I am still a child at heart

From these treasures I’ll never part.

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

Colleen's 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 158 #PhotoPrompt

Hi everyone it’s Tuesday again and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. It’s the middle of the month challenge ~ time for a photo prompt! This month we will use a photo chosen by last month’s “Photo-Prompt” Poet of the Week ~ Merril D. Smith.

I have chosen to do an etheree. I looked up the photo. It discribed as a flower on a piece of areogel which is protecting the flower from a Bunsen burner. I see my soul as the flower, the areogel as my Guardian Angel, and the Bunsen burner as the sins of the world.

Image Credit: Commons: Wikipedia.ogr

Protection

My

Soul held

In your care

Shielded with love

From the fires of hell

You keep me safe from sin

My beloved guardian

However intense the danger

Your wings keep me safe from the world’s harm

You care for me and I bathe in your calm.