#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE .

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is: TANKA PROSE.

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The Tree

Dark skies, so cold I pull my coat about me, glad of its warmth. I hear you, calling to me. Suddenly the empty space around me is full of people, strange people. Scared of crowds I make for you, you call and guide me. My fear of crowds heightens my senses. I reach you and feel your strength and your knowledge. At last I am safe.

so deep are your roots
unlike me, shallow, flailing
I’m blown back in time
drawn back through millions of souls.
To you, to love, to the truth
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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

#writephoto: Portal.

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our August guest photo!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected in the surface.

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass.

Last week we saw Morgarna jump into the anomaly to return to the lab, after successfully dealing with Dr De’arth……

Except it wasn’t the lab! Morgarna had the distinct feeing she had wet herself. Looking down she found herself sitting in a large puddle in a forest, somewhere.
This was so odd the backward journey always ended up in the lab. Something had gone wrong she thought to herself.
This trip was going from the ridiculous to the totally mad.
Just as Morgarna was struggling to get feet, her newly mended hip started hurting her. As she was muttering a soothing spell she hear the sound of approaching horses.
The way the day was going Morgana decided it would be best to hide until she found out where and when she was.

From her vantage point in the branches of the oak Morgana could see, the soldiers below were those of the sheriff of Nottingham. Morgarna recognised the uniforms immediately…she realised she was in the back end of the twelfth century! Last time she’d been here she had upset said sherrif so she sat very still until the soldiers had gone.
Climbing down from her perch she went back to the rather beautiful mirror like puddle and stepped into it, nothing happened, so she jumped in to it, fell into it…. Nothing happened.
“Damn and blast it” hissed Morgana “it’s a bloody Portal and now it’s closed.”

Now , hungry, tired, soaking wet and aching Morgana was hissing expletives and raining curses down on Merlin’s head. Suddenly she heard a laugh , she spun round quickly loosing her balance and ending up on her bum in the puddle/ Portal again.

“Robin of Loxley, as I live and breathe, you made me jump” Morgarna’s eyes lit up with pleasure as she looked at the young man dressed in green and his companion, dressed in autumn gold.
“My lady Morgana here you are again and as always you appear from nowhere!” Smiling Robin held out his hand to her. “Beautiful as you are you look a tad disshevelled and wet! ” Robin ducked quickly as Morgarna kicked out at him pouting .
“Steady on” said Robin’s companion, Gamble Gold. “Let us help you back to our camp and there we can sort you out.”
“I’ll sort you out” said Morgana lighting a cigarette.
Gamble Gold stated at her, he’d never seen a cigarette before. Robin tutted, “Really my lady those things can’t be good for you”
After a while Morgana allowed Robin to carry her, she was utterly knackered.

TO BE CONTINUED.

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #WRITEPHOTO : PORTAL.

Wordless Wednesday. Thank you Ally.💜

© willowdot21

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Ode to 50years marriage.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Time for LindaGHill SoCs “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ode.” Find a one- or two-syllable word that rhymes with “ode,” or use the word “ode.” Have fun!”

It’s Saturday and hubby and I are celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary today.

Ode to an Anniversary.

Who’d of thought  back on the day
In 1971, so far away
We’d travel lifes tides and make it to this day.
Our children and our grandchildren too
Family , friends yes all of you
Could join us here in celebration
When we can revow our declaration.
Nothing has changed, nothing is new
You love me and I love you. 💜

Our fabulous boys have arranged a lovely celebration meal, with family and friends. Thank you boys, thank you family thank you friends , Thank You Hubby. 💜

#writephoto Office.

Its Thursday again and time for K.L’s #writephoto Office.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a small child who has commandeered control of the pc.

The Office.– Image by KL Caley

Right Morgarna told herself, deep breath count to ten…hold your breath all that zen! As her brain cleared of the drug induced fug she took control of the situation. Digging deep inside herself she visulized her broken hip and smiled as she watched it heal itself.
Suddenly she was bought back to the present by Hugh’s concerned voice asking “Diana, are you okay, you look very flushed and your vitals are all over the place.” Poor chap he seemed genuinely concerned. Morgarna smiled, ” Yes, thank you Hugh I am fine. I was lost in contemplation! “
Just then the door opened and two porter’s arrived , “Are you ready love?” One of them asked, “we’re here to take you on a ride to the theatre!”
Morgana grinned ” what’s the play lads I need some entertainment.”
Hugh accompanied them, all four of them joking as they went, Morgana even asking if anyone had a ciggie she could cadge.


Morgarna or Diana, ( depending on if you have been paying attention) arrived at the orthopedic theatre suit, and entered the pre op room.
There were two young men dressed in green scrubs. “Hi there let me check your wristband, you are Diana Hunter” said the young anetharist with sparkly eyes, above his mask. “Yes that’s me” smiled Morgana.
Drawing her arm nearer the older anethetist said, “I can’t read your date of birth my dear, what’s your birthday.”
“I’m not really sure” Morgana replied “but it was at least nine centuries ago.”
“Well young lady” said Hugh “looks like you’ve had a tad too much of the happy juice! “
Picking up her notes Hugh flipped the pages to find a date of birth.
At that precise moment Morgana decided to make her move before there were anymore awkward questions.


Morgana lifted her hand to eye level, with a flick of the wrist she stopped every single person in the Royal Sussex County Hospital, in their tracks. Everyone of them caught in time unaware of the fact.
Quick as a flash she was off of the trolley and into the theatre where the entire team where stood mid action like a tableau.
Not stopping at all she went straight to check everyone’s name tags.
Eventually she found Dr De’arth..the young female Dr from the helicopter…she wasn’t expecting that!
Really was this young woman the evil, time traveller? Then she heard a banging door…. running towards the sound she saw a man disappearing down a staircase.
Clearing her throat she shouted “De’arth” …the sound of receding footsteps her only answer. Swiftly Morgana gave chase. Looking over the bannister she got a clear glimpse of her quary! He turned and looked her in the eye… Morgana sent a lightening bolt which glanced off of his shoulder as he dashed into an office suite.
Mounting the bannister Morgana sailed down towards the office.


Morgana opened the door cautiously and was greeted by silence and blue light. Lots of people sitting at their computers all catatonic bar one.
A cute toddler was sitting , almost hidded behind the double monitors. He looked so innocent in the blue light. Morgarna raised her hand again and sent a lightening bolt straight at the little chap, it almost pained her to dispatch him. “Back to hell De’arth ” Morgarna shouted, as the cute little boy disappeared leaving a neat pile of clothes on the chair.
Bending down she picked them up looking round to see if the anomaly was approaching not yet she thought.


As she climbed the stairs to the roof she suddenly felt very tired! Not so tired that she was going to allow shit Merlin talk his way out of trouble with a hot meal and a hot bath! Magic, technology call it what you will, pain was pain and her hip hurt.
Reaching the roof she released the time stopping spell from the hospital, she even remembered to erase all knowledge of De’arth and herself from their minds and their records.
The anomaly arrived and Morgana jumped, she screamed , her hip hurt. “I’ll get you Merlin she shouted as she fell through the anomaly into the Lab.

THIS IS PART OF L.K.CALEY’S #WRITEPHOTO

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 239 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

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

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Cheryl, from last month’s challenge, provided the photo for this month’s challenge. 

feelings race, flashing
breaking the dark of the soul
Cosmic thoughts abound.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TUESDAY WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

#WRITEPHOTO – Cliff Edge

Welcome to K.L. Caley’s weekly #writephoto prompt! Cliff Edge. Oh! and this week I am leaving you with a cliffhanger!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a high area of rock with a very steep side, often on a coast. The cliff has a grassy top. The sea can be seen further out

Cliff Edge – Image by KL Caley

Landing with a thump and still shouting obscenities, Morgarna was less than pleased as a sharp pain ran up her left leg into her hip. She shook her fist at the anomaly as it disappeared.
Merlin’s last words came to her as looked in her bag for her instructions and find out where and when she was!
Okay it was 2024 and she was to get into Brighton General Hospital, find Dr. Gaylord De’arth and kill him! To prevent the death of millions of innocent people.
Okay thought Morgarna, but why has that shit Merlin dropped me off a huge cliff breaking my hip in the process, just outside Seaford?
She was beginning to argue his motives to herself when she inadvertently moved sending excruciating pain into her hip.

******

Morgarna opened her eyes, she was deafened by the noise of helicopter blades and blinded by a search light, wet to the bone and in pain!. “Relax” said a beautiful pair of blue eyes, with a very reassuring voice. ” I have got you safe, just look into my eyes and forget everything else”
“Okay Dreamy McDreamy ” Morgarna replied, wandering did she actually say that?
Once in the air ambulance it was all go, there was a female Dr who was barking orders and putting lines in for fluid, painkillers and blood. Morgana knew she could fix herself in the blink of an eye but this was her best way of getting in to the hospital so painful as it was she played along.
The morphine began to work. Wooo though Morgarna this stuff is very good, not as quick as my magic but very nice indeed. As she drifted off to sleep she took another peep at Dreamy McDreamy who was smiling at her.
The Dr said ” she’s hardly dressed for the beach, or coast walking is she” “No” replied Dreamy McDreamy, “more like a posh party , a gothic party and those shoes …most unsuitable but sexy” The Dr did not look impressed and flashed Dreamy a look, so Dreamy shut up!
The transfer from air ambulance to casualty went smoothly and Morgarna touched base with reality just long enough to hear Dreamy wishing her luck and heading off to the next job.
“Okay” Morgarna thought to herself, I will let this Morphine work it’s magic for now and I will get cracking in the morning.”

******

It was about 3am when Morgana woke with a shock to find Dreamy McDreamy looking down at her. He smiled as he saw her eyes open and Whispered “Hi” Morgarna smiled back, then drifted off to sleep again.

******

It was morning, early morning and all the usual hospital noises were clamouring for Morgarna’s attention. There was a male nurse by her bed taking her blood pressure and temperature, he smiled “Good morning my name’s Hugh, do you have a name and an address. We don’t want to be calling you miss now do we?”
Thinking as quickly as her morphine clouded mind could manage Morgan told him, Diana Hunter, and thought up a fictitious address. “Is there anyone we can call for you.” Morgarna assured him there was not.
“Well Diana” the nurse said, “I am afraid there’s no breakfast for you this morning you are first on the list”
Really though Morgarna, I suppose I had better let these medics do their bit but everything takes them so long.
Smiling her best , bruised and battered smile , Morgarna asked Hugh who was doing the operation. Hugh smiled and said, ” None other than the best, Dr De’arth” He finished with a flourish.


To be continued……

Wordless Wednesday: Sanctuary.

Image

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 69: (MUMBLE) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. Linked with my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Photo by Marek Kupiec on Pexels.com

The Predator

A predator lying in wait
Unaware the prey will bumble
It’s loud and often will mumble
Sadly unaware of its fate
Unknowingly it is the bait
Passing the chair still unaware
It’s nemeses is hidden there.
A yawn, a stretch a sharpened claw.
Preys struck,stumbles hits head on door.
Cat smiles, job done, she doesn’t care.

Wordless Wednesday on Thursday.

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