This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.
Imagine & Gratitude
A Life where Thankfulness Is not a dream But reality. Let’s make believe it’s true No war,plague, famine or hate. In my dreams I hear you saying Is it too much to picture real peace. I would really appreciate normal
Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto.So here is one I wrote back in August 2016.
The priory on the Rim of Io
The priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!
Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.
She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. At night she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.
Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away.
She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.
Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.
And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.
Sadly the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.
What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom.All because she could not resist looking out the window.
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Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.
Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge
and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like.
We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.
Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. At #writephoto
Sue Vincent has been setting us Thursday photo prompt your years now. Sue encourages us to use the image in her fabulous photos. This is a prompt from 2016 The photo prompt is of an unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark,
Sue is fighting her own battle against cancer at the moment she needs all our love support and healing vibes, as does Mary Smith , Bee Halton. Also Ellen Best and Abigail Johnson and many more I don’t know of. I am sending love to all whether I know you or not consider yourself hugged.
Unlit Beacon
No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.
It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.
There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.
Even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care, am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.
So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer.
Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.
They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the passage of time. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .
I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.
At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out about the beacons, I am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn.
Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…
6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watch capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply.
Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.
Brave New World
The path well trod leads to the stones
Feet bare or shod approach the thrones
The Gods of men look down and smile
The land is bathed in gold for a while.
For man has has been removed, taken out
By an invisible foe, who soon will die no doubt.
There is nought for it to pray upon
So soon the Gods will be alone, beast and virus gone.
Linda is here! With our 28th prompt for Just Jot it January 2020. Today’s prompt comes to us courtesy of Barbara. Thank you so much, Barbara! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there if you’re not already!
Our prompt for JusJoJan January 28th, 2020, is “television.” Use the word “television” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Now we had the same prompt last year for Television, it fell on Saturday 19th January so was also a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I have included the poem I did then an Acrostic poem entitled Tele vision. But first I will do a new poem for today.
Television
No need to leave your room
Feet and hands will be redundant soon
Life, the whole world is brought to you
Stories coming at you, make you happy make you blue
You’re no longer out feeling what you’ve seen
Because you’ve been sucked inside your Television screen.
Trace elements, we breathe
Hints of what we were, we leave.
Time less rushed than we perceive.
More things in heaven and earth than we perceive.
Wave on wave of thought and consciousness.
Far more knowledge than we will ever process.
Reaching out to horizons new and old.
Thoughts and dreams swelling more than your heart will ever hold.
Look to the future you will find the key.
It is all out there waiting for your imaginations to set it free.
Piece by piece we build our pipe dreams
Only to scatter them at the feet of our children it seems.
