#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.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Angel.

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

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

A child can be robbed of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

The angel watches she see it all.

She see the pain, watches tears fall.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

One-Liner Wednesday. Christmas.

Image from Pixabay.

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

© willowdot21.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday: Gingerbread Men.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 208, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Image by Biljana Jovanovic from Pixabay
This weeks theme is:

“Holiday Traditions”

What is tradition? By definition, tradition is:

  • The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation, especially by oral communication.
  • A mode of thought or behaviour followed by a people continuously from generation to generation; a custom or usage.

Colleen said. “I consider all of you to be part of my poetic family, so let’s create a huge collaborative garland cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) sequence of poetry that connects to each other like a garland of poetry wrapped around a holiday tree.”

Christmas Traditions.

© willowdot21.

Christmas
Life memories
Christmas Eve shopping done.
One the bus, we’re all talking fun.
Mum’s tired.

Home to
Warm house and Dad
Hot cuppa can’t be bad.
Fir tree waits for its festive garb.
Cosy.

We all
Make paper chains
Huddling around the fire.
Singing carols,like a choir
Tuneful

Baking
Mum in kitchen
The smell is delicious.
Mince pies by the dozen, tempt us
Scrummy.

Then off
Off to church they
All go, Mum and I dress the tree.
It’ll be ready when they return
To see.

Christmas
Memories to
Hand down, decorating
The hearth and tree, cosy, cooking.
Sleepy.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka

Winter Solstice.

Image from Pixabay

Cold  the  winter, bare  the  trees

The  berries are  all long  gone

Harsh  the  wind , the  water set  to  freeze

Still, hush all around  not even a  bird’s  song.

Expectant  they  wait, as  they  always do

For  the  flap  of  wings  that brings  the  news

Frost in  the  morning  and  the  evening  too

Tempers  fray and  sort  is the  fuse.

Finally  his  wings  are  heard approaching

Excitement  grows  for  the  news  he  brings

He has  seen  the  change  encroaching

The dark  has reached  it’s  length,  he  sings

The messenger,  the  lone  black  Raven

Tells them  they  have  reached  the  Soltice

Rejoice and  make  your praise  to  heaven

The Light will now  return, we can prepare  the feast.

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