TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 298, 11/15/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

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I have chosen to do a Tanks, hopefully less words more meaning.

“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder) Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay

We stand together
United in heart and voice
Music lifts us up
Surrender is not a choice
We are a choir of hope

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 436 EMPTY and Revive.

Running on empty
Autumn is almost quite spent
Yet earth will revive

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s

THIS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU

K.L.Caley’s #writephotoUpsiszing.

It all happening this week and that’s why Morgarna and co are running late …never mind here we go! So back to pick up where we left them all last week.

For visually challenged writersa tiny crab next to a giant shell

Upsizing – Image by KL Caley

“So how are we going to get into the Castle” asked Gail as Merlin set her down .
“Don’t you worry my dear I have a plan.” Merlin waved his hand and just out of nowhere two beautiful horses appeared one white and one black both with fine reins, bridels, saddles and full, plush saddle bags.
“Way to go” Screamed Gail, “not bad for the guy who said no random magic?”
“This is not random magic magic this is much needed magic. If we are to get into the castle and rescue Morgarna we need to appear wealthy and well connected. Which horse would you like Gail or should I say the lady Abigail “
Gail looked at the two horses and said “Oh! My full name get you! …can I have the black one please he looks so fine and those eyes they are so deep. “
Merlin raised an eyebrow and the saddle on the black stallion became a fur clad sidesaddle fit for a lady. Gail let Meriln help her up onto the horse, ” can you ride Gail” he asked?
“No” Gail replied, Merlin put his head to one side smiled, ” you can now and well, he’s called Bayard he responds well to all commands. “
Gail shook her head as she turned Bayard round as Merlin mounted Drifter.
“Merlin this is amazing I feel one with Bayard he is a wonderful animal, hey Bay, can I call you Bay, let’s fly!”
Merlin laughed, and nudged Drifter “come now to the castle. “


Early afternoon a farmer was on his mobile talking to his wife. “Honestly I was only out of the cab for five minutes when I heard it being driven off, I chased it but it was really flying. Yes hun report it to the police but I doubt they’ll do anything about it…. yes! We might get a crime number, true , true.

Put the kettle on I need a break!” he half laughed as he hung up and headed off back towards the farmhouse.


The Entity ( let’s call him Bill) had just arrived in town he dumped the tractor in the middle of the high street and made straight for the cemetery.
He was looking for Merlin and it wasn’t to wish him a good day.
Bill decided to take the body of a young man who was taking a short cut through the cemetery. Oh! He thought to himself this body is much better fed than the last one.
Reaching down ‘Bill stuck his hand into the earth and pulled an young but very dead infantry man from his grave by the war memorial. He breathed into the skeleton and immediately it morphed into a
ghostly version of who he had been.
“Merlin, where is he ? I need to know, is he in the crypt….is he hiding from me?” He ended on a roar!
The young ghost looked him straight in the eye and said “No sir he’s gone back in time to search you out!”
Bill threw the soldier down with such a force that he was immediately burried again.


As evening fell Merlin and Gail arrived at the castle they approached slowly and sedately. “Remember Merlin whispered you are Lady Abigail and I am your Uncle Morten and we are on our way to meet your betrothed the Earl of Gloucester. Let me do most of the talking ” As they approached the drawbridge Merlin called out in answer to the customary “Who goes there?” from the watch! Lord Morten of Friedrichburg and my neice the Lady Abigail we are en route to meet my neice’s betrothed in Gloucester.”
“Halt” came the reply .


By now Annette’s Father was enjoying his meal, wine and looking forward to taking one or maybe two of his many serving wenches to his bed! Happy in the knowledge that for the piffling price of his daughter’s life he now had the the promise of eternal life from the strange wizard ( the entity known as Bill) who had visited him a fortnight ago.
One of his servants came to his side and whispered in his ear, “My Lord, there a two people at the gate”
“Who the Devil are they?” He asked.
“Lord Morten of Friedrichburg and his neice the Lady Abigail”
“What do they look like ?”
“Rich sir very Rich”
“Well don’t keep them waiting! bring them up, hurry and bring them up”

Upsizing – Image by KL Caley

Up in the garret Morgarna had fallen into an uneasy sleep and was dreaming.
She was clean and warm and floating around in clear warm water. Ahead of her she saw a tiny crab next to a giant shell.
“Hello little chap what are you up to?”
“Chapess if you don’t mind, and I am house hunting,”
“Really” asked Morgarna with a smile the first one she’d managed since her capture.
“I love house hunting, did I tell you we’ve just bought a great new house? Now I am not sure you’re after this one here it’s way too big for you…what’s your name? You’ll be rattling around like a marble in there! I am Morgarna “
“Well Miss bossy boots Morgarna , my name is Chrustina I don’t care what you think I am upsizing!”
“Okay Miss Chrustina shall we investigate “
While Morgarna’s body lay cold and dirty in the windy garret her mind was relaxed and warm and she had a friend of sorts. ….
Down in the main hall of the castle Merlin and Gail made their grand entrance. Gail looked across to Merlin and asked telepathically “Can you feel her Merlin, I can and she’s in pain!”
“I can and I can see where she is too, up in the garret tower. John the real John is in the dungeon. ” Merlin smiled at Gail.. “now remember I am Lord Morten , your uncle and you are Lady Abigail. “
“Time to sort things out Merlin?” Gail asked and Merlin nodded……

PART OF K.L.CALEY’S,#writephoto: Upsizing.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 12, 2022

LindaGHill has brought us out prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and here it is. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel” and use it in your post any way you’d like. Have fun!

Cellestrial

Shall we celebrate the stars
Travel the celestial void to Mars.
Mind and soul in acceleration
Time no matter the view is consolation.
Our eyes open cellophane removed
As we near our goal and decelorate
We become masters of our fate.
We are but tiny cells in the universe
Dust of the Celestial void. A blessing not a curse.

Above a celestial song is for Jezzie G‘s beloved Step mum .

Lest we forget.

During  the  two  wars they also served who stayed behind.

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Remember the women left back home.

They made the ammunition for Tommy

Dangerous work,they died too it was not funny.

Women became officers of the law

Something never heard of before.

Nurses, drivers  even pilots for planes

Remember  them  we  will never  know  their  names

Someone had to give  the  farmers a hand

Remember   the men  were  at war  in a  foreign  land.

The members  of  the ” fairer  sex ”

Drove  the  buses, trains  and  lorries

Kept  all essential job going , however  complex

They  also  fed  the family  and kept  the Home Fires  Burning

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All images  from  Google Images  women  at  war  ww1 and  ww2

Those Bright Young Things.

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge what they saw,

They came home, bright young men no more .

Yes though brave they were no longer whole

Those that survived had no soul.

Many died, the lucky ones, death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and in mind.

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there, in body broken,

Their fears left unspoken

Their minds were left behind.

They went out whole, these bright young things.

They returned lost, holding on by gossimar strings

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They went full of pride for God and King

They ran head long into hell

On return they could not relinquish it’s spell.

So we had a nation of half men, half ghosts

Fearful, their heads still had them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind of eye

The amputee, it was as if they had never left.

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They returned, bright young men no more.

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Paintings by William Rothenstein.

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The Red and the White.

Why

Argue

Both were brave

Each had their own

Principles to up

Hold. Neither less than bold.

One would carry a weapon

The other a stretcher, no gun

Both men died for their own beliefs

They were both lost and that loss brought much grief.

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Then there is the Purple Poppy in remembrance of all the animals who died in service during conflicts and serve with us still in modern conflicts.

They pulled the gun carriages until they dropped

They carried messages and they got shot.

They search out the unexploded mines

They save lives a thousand times.

Spare a thought for the horse, pigeon, donkey, dog and many more

Remember them, they all help us in times of war

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 5, 2022 : Discombobulated.

Hi everyone it is Satuday and once again time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: This week Linda said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.” Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like Enjoy!

Image from Pixabay.

DISCOMBOBULATED

Totally Discombobulated

Against me the stars were fated

Silently I stood, waited

Everything I hated

Was happening now

I made a vow

I won’t row

no not

now.

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

One liner Wednesday: Night.

© willowdot21

Night is dark, but not as dark as my mood.

©willowdot21.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

Song Lyric Sunday: Lyrics to my life.

Jim Adams

This week Jim Adams prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is to pick a song that reminds us of ourselves.

Well Brave by Sara Bareilles says it all for me. I have spent a lot of my life swimming against the tide, bullied at school, bullied and work then I found myself and even though bullying still happens to me I can cope! I’ve been too big, too thin , too quiet too accepting but eventually I learned to love myself. I no longer care if I am different. I am me! Then I started blogging and met all you wonderful people and that has made me everso BRAVE!

Brave” is a song by American singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles, taken from her fourth studio album, The Blessed Unrest (2013). The song was written by Bareilles and Jack Antonoff from the band fun., as the singer was inspired from the struggles that a close friend dealt with in regard to coming out as gay. Bareilles requested Mark Endert to produce it with the explicit goal of radio airplay. “Brave” was released worldwide through digital download on April 23, 2013, as the lead single from the album, through Epic Records.

LYRICS

You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down
By the enemy
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing
Bow down to the mighty
But don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

Innocence, your history of silence
Won’t do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jack Antonoff / Sara Bareilles

Brave lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Well I have gone all sloppy on you all this week and I have used these songs before but they really are how I have felt….I was often made to feel like a waste of space…..but then I learned, I am not!

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Firework” is a song by American singer Katy Perry from her third studio album, Teenage Dream (2010). Perry co-wrote the song with Ester Dean and the song’s producers Stargate and Sandy Vee. It is a dance-pop self-empowerment anthem with inspirational lyrics, and Perry felt it was an important song for her on the record. Capitol Records released it as the album’s third single on October 26, 2010.

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LYRICS

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from cavin’ in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you?
‘Cause there’s a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

‘Cause baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time, you’ll know

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

‘Cause baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through

‘Cause baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make ’em go, “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Esther Dean / Katheryn Hudson / Mikkel Storleer Eriksen / Sandy Julien Wilhelm / Tor Erik Hermansen

Firework lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE JUST BE A BIG BRAVE FIREWORK LIKE ME 💜💜💜💜

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Gargoyle.


Here we are again it’s time for K.L.Caley’s#writephoto Gargoyle. I hope no one minds that I have added an extra photo to the story. This week finds Morgarna at her whits end and Merlin and Gail in danger

As Gail walked along the left side of the path she noted the dates and names on the grave stones, anything from the 14th century she thought to herself. Then she saw a few people ….no not people ghosts milling around. After a while they noticed her and a young woman carrying a baby came across to speak with her.
“Hello miss you’re one of us are you, you have a gentle aura”
Gail smiled and replied, “Hello I am Gail , who are you”
“I’m Sarah and this is my son Richard , what are you doing here because I can see you don’t belong”
“Well it’s a long story but we have a friend who is in trouble and we were wondering if you could help us”
The young woman nodded and asked “How can we help?”
“Well we were here the other night and an entity followed us home and managed to get Morgarna, that’s out friend to take him back to him time to help him clear his name of murder and find out who commited said murder. But the thing is he lied about where and when he was from and he covered his tracks on our computers…and he should not know what a computer is let alone how to use one…..”
Sarah looked at Gail open mouthed ,
“Oh! Sorry Sarah I am gabbling aren’t I, sorry! Have you noticed anyone, any ghost , not ghost hanging around! “
As Gail stopped talking Merlin approached them , “Hello I am Meriln please don’t be afraid of me I can see you as well as you see me. We are looking for an Entity called”
“John, John” Sarah suddenly said.
“Yes that’s right” said Gail and Merlin as one.


Sarah had called the others over and they all sat on the steps of the war memorial, some old and young service men had joined them.
They told Merlin and Gail how this John had arrived about a week ago and had been quizzing everyone about their lives especially the older ones….he was looking for an Annette.
Had he found her Merlin asked, they told him no because she was buried in one of the chapels in the church but they noticed he could not enter the church. That was when they started to wonder who or what he was. Merlin looked at the all and asked ” so you all felt there was something odd about him, then?”
As one, Gail included they answered “Yes”


Merlin got out the E.R. and took some readings from where the others had said John had been hanging around. He also took a couple of readings from the resident ghosts for comparison. He fed these readings into his tablet and started to scan the results. “Gail” he called “Come and check this out” pointing to his tablet ” Look this reading it’s not human and it’s definitely not spirit “
“So what is it” asked Gail peering over Merlin’s shoulder.”
“There’s only one thing it can be and that is alien” Merlin replied.
“Look, Merlin , that huge reading there that’s new and it’s not one of us!” Gail pointed out.

Gargoyle – Image by KL Caley.

High above where Gail and Merlin stood staring at the screne, there was movement on the crenellation above them, below which were four gargoyles jutting out above the arched windows of the church. Suddenly there was a noise, a slipping noise . Just as the missile came hurtling down towards Merlin’s head Gail saw what was happening and she shoved Merlin to one side while all the other Ghosts stood in shocked silence.
Merlin fell backwards as the grotesque head of a gargoyle just missed him, he fell flat on his back but bounced up immediately! There was a sudden flash and another gargoyle hurtled towards Merlin. This time the wizard stopped it with a hand! The entity known as John cursed loudly and stepped back through a crack in reality and disappeared.

The Ghosts all gathered around Merlin and asked if he was okay, then they turned to Gail and demanded how she had managed to move a human and an immortal wizard at that!
Merlin put his hand up to silence them and answered their question. “It’s simple I have given Gail a human shell and real feelings so that she can move among humans and assist Morgarna and myself without drawing attention to herself or us.
“Who is Morgarna” asked a young airman with a burnt face . “Our other partner, she’s a sourceress and this alien John has kidnapped her and has her imprisoned somewhere. Now it seems to me we need to meet Annette before John returns possibly with back up. “


They entered the church, this strange band of ghosts from different era’s and walks of life/death lead by Merlin.
The church was dark and cold but as they all entered it was of a sudden full of warmth , light and happiness.
As they all walked up the ailse the door to one of the side chapels opened and a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white shroud came out to greet them.
She had the most beautiful face and although she exuded an aura of peace she had a deep jagged scar around her throat.
“Lady Annette ” said Meriln bowing deeply, “I am Merlin and I am here to help. “
Annette smiled and asked, “Have you truly come to help unite me with my John, my true John”


Meanwhile back at the dungeon Morgarna was getting angry , none of her magic was working, she’d run out of cigarettes and down to her last flask of Bacardi and coke . She was tired, cold and dirty and angry but also she was scared and as she swore and shouted at her captures a single tear ran down her cheek…

PART OF K.L.CALEY’S#WRITEPHOTO: GARGOYLE

One-Liner Wednesday – Colours.

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When it all becomes too much I get my nails done!

© willowdot21

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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