KLCaley’s #writrphoto Approach.

Last week we left Morgarna, Merlin and Gail jumping away from sorting out a history medling, serial killer from the other side of the universe. They jump just in time for Christmas.

So here we are at KLCaley’s#writephoto.

After they had drunk in the view they walked along the beach to a fish and chip bar that Merlin knew and they sat outside and ate their super as they watched the sun set.
“That was the best fish and chips I’ve ever had. I am so full!” Sighed Gail rubbing her tummy and finishing her vodka and orange.
Morgarna sat back and lit a cigarette and watched the moon come up.
“It’s getting chilly ladies let’s go and find our Christmas home. Come on follow me!” Merlin got up and was heading up the slipway towards the village.


Alley.

They followed Merlin up the streets and then they turned down an alley which was cold damp and mossy …. The place was lined with terraced cottages with mostly green doors… One cottage even had a satellite dish on it. They went straight past that one and up to the one at the top of the alley.
Merlin handed Gail the key to the door and asked her to lead the way. Opening the door she was delighted with the scene that greeted them. It was warm and cosy, there was a huge tree decked with lights and faires! A huge roaring fire with Christmas Stockings hanging from the mantle,five marked with initials.
There was a table all set for Christmas dinner and in the kitchen was Gail’s Mum and Dad preparing vegetables, the sweet smell of mince pies filling the whole house.
“Gail, Honey, you made it, we were so hoping you would.”
Gail looked at the place and her parents, the sound of the rest of the family upstairs .
“Who are your friends, come on honey come on in you’re letting the cold in!”
Gail’s dad put down the brussel sprouts he was peeling and he came across the room his arms extended , Gail’s Mum hot on his heels beaming from ear to ear!
Gail finally grasped the fact that this was as real as it could be in this mad new world she now moved in and thought to herself….”hell yes I’ll go with this” as she jumped into her dad’s arms.


“Which Christmas is this?” whispered Morgarna looking Merlin in the eye.
“The one before she killed herself, she always said she wished she’d gone home that Christmas, things might of been very different if she had….. “
Morgarna looked from Merlin to Gail and her parents then said….”but we can’t change history can we Hun?”
Merlin looked at her and replied, ” no we can’t but this way she gets her wish.”
Morgarna smiled as Gail took her and Merlin by the arm. “Mum, Dad these are my dear friends Merlin and Morgarna “
“Well Gail’s Mum beamed welcome both of you you are most welcome I hope you are all staying there’s plenty of food for tomorrow. “
Morgarna smiled and said they’d love to stay.
“Right who’s for a drink , Morgarna, Merlin what can I get you? Are you still drinking vodka and orange Gail?”
Asked her mum.
They all sat down in the living room with their drinks and they all had a cigarette, in fact Gail’s Mum got out her special Christmas stock of Sobrainie cocktail cigarettes. Merlin did his best not to look too grumpy as they all smoked…. His Whiskey and ginger helped soften his mood, while Morgarna knocked back the Bacardi and coke, they all relaxed and chatted , then the Christmas episode of Dr Who came on the TV and Gail’s two brothers came charging down the stairs to watch and eat the nuts a d chocolate!
Everyone, yes even Merlin looked happy.


Two days later after much fun, games and eating and drinking too much Merlin said “Well it’s been really great but we must be on our way.”
Gail was going to complain but obviously had second thoughts and stopped, realising she had been given the most beautiful gift by her friends. The Christmas she never had and really wished she had!
“Yes she smiled… Mum, Dad it’s been wonderful but we must be off!”
So after much hugging and kissing they left the cottage.
As they walked up the alley a cold wind swept past them …it left Morgarna and Merlin untouched but Gail felt a soft warm presence …love.
The cottage stood cold dank and empty suffering from years of neglect, empty like most of the cottages in the alley, only three were still inhabited the rest were just empty shells full of memories.


As they reached the top of the alley Morgarna took hold of Gail and whispered “that was lovely wasn’t it love? come on I’ll race you back to the beach.”
As they reached the beach the Anomaly arrived “Okay they all shouted grabbing hands they jumped?”


As they landed they found themselves, not in the lab but on the approach to a large, almost-symetrical, castle with cylindrical towers dominating the landscape.
“Wooo! Squealed Gail, it’s a fairy castle! “
“I doubt that Hun” said Morgarna lighting a cigarette and taking a drag!
No said Merlin ….”I suppose we just better take a closer look.”
The all walked arm in arm toward the entrance.

Approach

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.

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

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.

One Liner Wednesday.

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

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY.

Christmas Lights.

lights
photo from Sue Vincent

Christmas Lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she is no longer whole.
Lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seem a million miles away.
Under this bridge, damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her, who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.

Anywhere Christmas Years Eve2022: Another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

© willowdot21

An old post from the days of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

#WRITEPHOTO – THE RETREAT

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a beautifully lit retreat with large windows overlooking a little pond and a decking area. Twinkling lights surround the pond.

The Retreat – Image by KL Caley.

Dinner over, Morgana sat on the sofa cigarette in one had and a Bacardi and coke in the other T.V. on , her eyes were feeling rather heavy, all that screen work she thought to herself as she drifted off.
Morgause relieved her of her drink and cigarette and covered her with the fleecy blanket she had taken out of the toy box and slipped a hot water bottle next to her to keep her cosy. Merlin looked up from the floor where he was surrounded by wrapping paper and asked. “Oh! is Morgs a tad tired give her a shove I fancy a game of charades.”
“No” relied Morgause “she’s exhausted, she had to work really hard sorting that frozen virus it took her ages” Stepping away from her sleeping sister she took a drag of the cigarette, this made her cough “goodness knows what she sees in these things” she said throwing it into the fire, she then took a large swig of the Bacardi, “That’s better” she said sitting down next to Merlin, “let’s play”.


Morgana was fast be asleep as Morgause and Merlin played charades. She was exhausted but her brain was not relaxed enough to sleep peacefully so she drifted into a dream.
She found herself standing on some decking by a pond surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. It was winter and a tad chilly, so she made her way towards what looked like a cosy lodge type building.

Inside it was warm and cosy. Morgarna curled herself up in a huge armchair by the fire. A handsome waiter asked if he could get her anything. She asked him for a hot chocolateand Brandy.

a warm cosy fire
chocolate to kill the chill
and warm the spirit.

Now Morgana fell into a deep sleep, content and happy. In her mind she was in a cosy retreat safe from any jobs Merlin might have up his sleeve or any tricks her mischievous sister might be about to play on her. This was bliss the perfect place to rest.


“Get off me ” Someone was shaking Morgana she opened her eyes expecting to see the cosy surroundings she had fallen asleep in. Instead Merlin and Morgause were looking at her.
“Come on sleepyhead you’ve had a couple of hours kip. We’re off to the pub for a lock in and you’re coming too.” Merlin smiled, “You can’t sleep all Christmas!”
“Are we going in your car” asked Margarna sleepily. “No we are not” replied Merlin “I’ve only just got it fixed after you trashed it for me!”
Reluctantly Morgana dragged her mind back to the reality she was living in at the moment, put on some lippy, lit a cigarette and said, “okay let’s get this party started! “

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

Give a little piece of your love

Christmas comes but once a year but it never comes alone. Fear, pain and suffering often tag along.

We do need to spare a thought for those less better off than ourselves. The poor, the abused and the homeless, the stateless refugee.

Sadly there have been three terrible child abuse cases lately in the UK. Children abused and killed by parents and now two sets of twins aged 3 and 4 years burned to death in a house where they were home alone. These are the cases that have made the news there are many many more we will never know of.

Okay we can’t change the world over night but we must spare a thought for everyone we can help with our time, gifts or money.

Crisis at Christmas.

NSPCC.

Help the Refugees.

RSPCA.

There are many more charities you can choose from.

I truly hope you have a wonderful Christmas filled with joy, health and peace especially in these covid times.

I LOVE YOU ALL

One-Liner Wednesday – Decisions, decisions … made easy!

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

“If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”

Ernest Hemingway.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 255: #POET’SCHOICE (WITH A TWIST)

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own poetry form—It’s up to you! This is our last Poet’s Choice for 2021 Our host Colleen said :… I have a request. Let’s write a poem using a form of your choice about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition you celebrate during the month of December. Even if you don’t celebrate, share something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter. Share your wisdom with us. Remember, I’ll have a new weekly poetry schedule beginning on January 1, 2022.

© willowdot21 2019

Tonight
A child cries
Woes of the world
Weigh heavy on this boy
Bless him.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. This week I chose to try a Cinqku.

A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis. 

Christmas Fairy Blues.

google images.

Christmas Fairy Blues.

It’s not fair it’s a shame

Christmas has come and gone again.

I am cold and put on weight

All those chocolates I normally HATE!

The holly has all gone from the halls,

And someone broken my best baw-balls!

There is a bit of Christmas tree

Stuck up part of my anatomy.

It is cold and bloody wet

But no one gives a damn about me I bet.

No one worries about the Christmas fairy

As long as she is cute and pert and not BIG AND HAIRY.

The snow has gone and turned to slush

The dogs  are eyeing  me up  would help if I SHOUTED MUSH!

Santa came, he was drunk, and rough

And now this fairy is UP THE DUFF.

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