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

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

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Thursday Photo Prompt,#writephoto, Empty.

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This week’s prompt is Empty.

Rachel woke remembering the horror of Lisa’s dream. The feeling of unease she had experienced in her sleep was still with her. She padded over to check on Lisa who was standing at the sink looking out of the window.

Lisa looked at Rachel and stroked her,” do you mind if I treat you as a wolf” she asked silently, “yes I can speak to you by telepathy and you only need to think to answer me.”

“Ah”, replied Rachel, “like the Vampires, like my Mathew.” Lisa noded, she knew about Mathew having read Rachel’s thoughts.

They decided to take a walk to clear their heads after the bad night they had had. 

To all appearances a pregnant woman and a pregnant wolf walking along an empty beach. The sound of the waves crashing on to the beach soothed them both. Healing recent wounds. Both Rachel and Lisa grew closer linked now by their silent telepathy.

The sky was pale, the sea dark, the grass green, dark in the shade. The beach was empty, the wind was empty the two women’s hearts were empty. Alone on the empty beach, they were safe for for now.

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The Chateau’s Lament.

Today  we  visited  the  most  beautiful  Chateau, the  grounds  were open  to  the  public  and  were  beautiful  too yet  we  were  the  only  people there.

The   family  still  live  there  though  not in the  Chateau .  The  Chateau  was  closed up  and  empty and it  was  such  a sad  sight  to  see  such  an  amazing  building,  centuries  old  and  full of  history  left  empty.

It  made  me  so  sad to  think of  the  cold  and  the  damp  eating  away  at  this  beautiful place. It  put  me in  mind  of  a  poem  I  wrote  a  couple of  years  back  about  a  derelict house . So I  have  revamped  it  a  little  to  fit  how I  felt  today.

I understand  that  the  upkeep  of  a Chateau  like  this  would  be phenomenal  but  there must  be  grants  and people  would  flock  to  see it  and pay. Anyway  just my  thoughts.

Original poem if  you are interested.

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CHATEAU’S LAMENT

I was not always as you see me now, decaying  old ready to take a final bow.

I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.

It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack

I tremble and shudder now as the  memories of  the past flood back

I brace myself against nature’s  worst even lightening  and thunder

Each day that passes the fact I still stand here  is a wonder.
The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.I used to hear the children sing ,

Families living in me weaving their life

As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.

I have seen babies born and babies die,

Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.

 

Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kingly men happy in  a mistress’s care

Evil bastards who knock their women flat or  plot intrigues on the stair,

Countesses turning  a blind eye, pushed  down until they lose all hope

Weighted down with  money worries and too many children to cope.

 

The birds are now happy in my rafters

Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,

It is still a happy sound not unlike the sound

Of children playing here there  and  all around.

 

At night I imagine lovers climb through my open doors

Like  days gone by when they made love upon my carpeted floors

For them I was  their beautiful  meeting place ,

For whatever reason they may have to hide their face.

 

 

I am decaying crumbling away

I do not want to go yet I want to stay.

Try me out I could be the best deal for you

If you build me up I shall protect you true.

I could be the canvas to build your life upon.

I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to people’s throng