TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 281, 7/19/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPromp.

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 281, 7/19/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. Now, we can see this is a statue, so get creative and think about what this statue could represent. Think about imagery and symbolism… then select a form and craft your poem!

The Lovers Meet

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This week I have written an Acrostic Nonet linked to a mirror Nonet. The Acrostic part spells The Lovers, the second part, the mirrored Nonet is about Ghosts of the station that are seen on the plynth of the statue.

The hub, central point, the place to meet.
Heartbeat of the living station
Everlasting friendships made
Lonely hearts will apply
Open minds still try
Vast crowds rush by
Earnest vows
Repeat
Slow.
What
Type of
Ghosts lie low
Unseen by us
Excavators of
Tunnels and trenches watch
As life goes scurrying by
Women who waited and manned jobs
All watch together as people meet.

K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Seahorse

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a yellow seahorse bobbing along in the water.

Seahorse – Image by KL Caley

It had been a quiet week since Morgarna and Merlin had put in the offer for the old house. They had heard that their offer, and it was a generous offer, was being considered. They had been back serveral times and they had even met Tom and James though Morgana had her resavations about those two.


Morgarna and Merlin were at the lab and while waiting for the coffee machine to be ready Morgarna wondered over to the aquarium to look at the fish that she had encountered on one of her many trips. There in the centre of the tank was the most beautiful seahorse Morgarna had seen for a long time.
“Hey Merls she shouted where did this little guy come from?” Merlin popped his head round the door and replied, “I bought him back from my last trip to beach, he took my eye.”
“I can see why , he is rather special isn’t he!” As Morgarna was watching she saw the fish who had arrived back with her at the Lab last year was lurking in the shadows , he’s still sulking she thought to herself.


Just then the phone rang , Merlin answered , Morgarna finished making the coffee and lit a cigarette, Merlin came in and helped himself to a mug of coffee and said” that was the estate agent apparently our offer has been refused someone has put in a higher offer” Morgarna put her coffee down and said “What? We have put in a great offer, why has it been refused.”
Merlin did not look pleased, “No idea, it just seems a little off, no explanation just a plain rebuttal”
Finishing her cigarette Morgarna grabbed her bag and headed to the door. Turning to Merlin she said, “come on then this needs looking into”
Locking up, they headed up the road to the house they had set their sights on.


As they arrived they could hear raised voices coming from inside the house.
As they entered they were met with quite a scene, Gail was sitting at the kitchen table crying with James standing behind her and Tom had Esther pinned up against the back door.
“What in hell’s name is going on?” asked Morgarna. Merlin raised a hand and the whole scene froze. Though every one was conscious only Margarna and Merlin could move. Merlin stepped forward and removed James hand from Esther’s neck and quietly said , I will relase you all in a second but the shouting will cease and you will all sit quietly at the table, we are going to discuss this like rational people.


Everyone was seated around the table Morgarna had poured everyone a large Brandy, there was an air of ‘truce for now’ about the house.
“Right ” Merlin said, “Esther you have been here the longest, you can speak first, what’s going on ?”
” Well” Esther took a sip of her Brandy, “Gail had over heard Tom and James discussing how they had they needed to get information on you and Morgarna so they could report back to their leader! ” Esther paused for breath and Gail jumped in, ” it’s always been them and us, they just don’t ring true and I just don’t trust them …really Esther and I are always much more relaxed when they are out” Merlin and Morgarna exchanged glances and then they turned their gazes on Tom and James… who both looked very stressed.


Morgarna smiled at James and then demanded of him exactly “who are you.” He was about to answer when a beeping sound went off in his pocket, a portal in the room opened up and James and Tom were sucked through it, Morgarna stood but as she went to follow Merlin stopped her, “No babes” he said.
Back at the Lab all the fish wondered where the beautiful seahorse had gone?


This is part of K.L. Caley’s

K.L.Caley’s : #WRITEPHOTO – Restoration.

Restoration – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a large home with pay windows and pillared doorways but it’s all fallen into a dilapidated state.

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Well after a few days sorting out some naughty monks and hapless nuns, Morgana arrived back in the present and was met by a contrite Merlin who had rather dumped the last job on her! This week finds them back in the here and now and after a fun weekend at Glastonbury they are contemplating buying an old house ….. But why?

*****

Monday afternoon Merlin and Morgarna arrived back after having had a ball at Glastonbury… Morgarna was admittedly a tad more worse for wear than Merlin but he always held back a tad!
They were just approaching the building where their lab and flat is when Merlin took a slight detour and parked outside a large house with bay windows and pillared doorways but sadly in a dilapidated state..
Morgarna who had been snoozing looked up and said…”Why are we here Merls this place always looks so depressing”

Restoration – Image by KL Caley.

“Yes Hun it does ” Merlin replied “but it’s go so much potential, it’s so large and the rooms are so unusual there is loads of land with it and at the moment it’s going for a song” shifting in his seat he smiled at Morgarna and then continued ” the lab and flat are fine but a tad cramped and this ‘Pile’ could be just perfect. We’d do the inside up and make everything safe and sound I think it could be an absolute boon”

Morgarna was awake now and taking an interest, lighting a cigarette she opened the car door and stepped out. “Can we have a look round” she asked… “Yup I have got the keys as it goes” Merlin smiled. ” Who needs keys?” called Morgarna as she walked through the nearest window . Merlin tutted as he fiddled with the keys opening the front door, before he entered he scanned the street to make sure no one had seen Morgarna’s vanishing trick.


Morgarna was immediately taken with the space, the number of rooms, the cellar, the attic , looking at the boarded windows she could see it would be a beautifully light place
“So much potential” she shouted to Merlin , who immediately agreed . “It will be perfect for Morgause when she is well enough to visit ” Morgarna continued. Hearing footsteps behind her she turned to great Merlin but it was not Merlin.
It was a woman, definitely Edwardian, Morgarna thought. The woman was deathly pale but she still had a light in her eyes. She smiled at Morgarna and introduced herself, “Hello Morgarna I have heard all about you from Merlin, I am Lady Esther Cavenah”
“Well hello Esther, can I call you Esther? “, Esther nodded. Morgarna continued, “How long have you been trapped here and are you alone?” Esther drew in breath and said ” there are four of us and we have been here for two hundred years. We have been fine while the house was occupied and even empty but now it’s up for sale and we fear whoever might buy our home, especially if they intend to demolish it.”
“Well we have no intentions of demolishing this place” said Merlin as he joined the ladies in the hall. Morgarna and Esther turned to look at him, “Will you and your housemates be staying or would you like to leave, I mean either way it’s fine with us” Merlin ended on a smile which annoyed Morgarna. “Will you stop saying we , you’ve not consulted me on anything at all as per bloody usual” Morgarna lit another cigarette and then turned to Esther and added “As it stands even though I had no idea about this “project” of Merlin’s I am in full agreement to you and the others doing your own thing.”
Esther smiled at them both and said, “Well as it stands none of us seem able to leave we were hoping you’d let us stay until we can sort out what ever it is that is holding us here. We’d be very grateful”
Morgarna asked Esther if they could leave the house at all, “I can’t but Gail can go in the garden and Tom and James can go anywhere they like in the area. But none of us seem to be able cross. Often we see the door and it’s open but however hard we try we cannot cross.”
“Ah! That’s very odd isn’t it but I am sure we can help, has Merlin told you we are time travelling immortals” Morgarna asked, Esther nodded.
Just then a young woman came up the stairs. “Hi I’m Gail, you must be Morgarna and Merlin, it’s really fab to meet Immortals” she said winking a heavily black lined eye looking more like *Twiggy than Twiggy, in her green mini dress and white knee length P.V.C. boots and heavy make up.
“You’ve just missed Tom and James they have gone out , I don’t know why they bother they can’t do much while they are out there” Gail said pouting.
“Well” said Morgarna “can you guys eat and drink? ” Esther and Gail nodded, and Esther added while we are in here we can”
“Right” said Morgarna “fetch us a couple of bottles of wine Merls I spotted some nice ones in the cellar. Do either of you smoke ladies? “
Merlin fetched the wine and broke his no magic rule and conjured up some glasses and Morgarna ordered in a Chinese using her mobile. The four of them sat in the old kitchen discussed their next moves.

*Twiggy : Dame Lesley Lawson DBE (née Hornby; born 19 September 1949) is an English model, actress, and singer, widely known by the nickname Twiggy. She was a British cultural icon and a prominent teenaged model during the swinging ’60s in London. More information here.

This is part of K.L.Caley’s #writephoto

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 81: (JACK) in the A rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Streams of burning lanterns named Jack.
Ghosts and ghouls flighing through the night.
Skeletons dance with happy sprites.
Fashion for the undead on track.
The New Orange is truly Black.
It is the dead end of the year
Long dark evenings full of fear
Dark witch stirs her bubbling cauldron
Pumpkin soup all laced with saffron
Shes so pleased Halloween is here.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #259 Super&Strange

Strange noises at night

Spooky happenings take flight

Supernatural


This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

#writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.

Thoughts of a Ghost.

Am I awake or is this dream

There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.

I am cold and a long way from home.

I cannot move I cannot speak

My mind is confused and my is body weak .

The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.

Am I here, dieing alone

I try to move I know I must

Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.

The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 104, Happy October – “Poets Choice of Words”

Today is the first of Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenges this month and so we can pick our own words.

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Well I am going for an Etheree this week and as it is October of course it’s got to be ghostly. My words to be used Synonymously are Ghost and Purgatory.

Trapped

A soul

In torment

Banished always

From the light of love

Invisible, watching

Only heartache and deep pain

Endless agony no escape

All you can do is watch afar

Forgotten, unloved a tormented soul.

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Twittering Tales #42 25July 2017

This week  Kat Myrman of  Like Murcury Colliding has given us a fabulously spooky photo prompt of an ex civil war hospital now hotel, in Savannah. Now my son went to Savannah in March this year and is returning in September.  Anyway enough of the chatter. 

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The Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia – Photo by Kat Myrman

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Let me show you your room
Don’t be afeared of the gloom

The light switch is over  here

You don’t like this room, I don’t  give a damn my dear !

140 characters.

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