Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #37. Use THANKFUL as your inspiration this week.

Gaia has given up her fruits and we gladly harvest them.
Like that first harvest it can be a life saver as days grow colder.
Let us all come together as one to thank Mother Earth.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #36. Use FREE as your inspiration this week.

© willowdot21

A kiss, hug or we cuddle, mean so much to me, especially as they’re free
No price for sunrise or sunset fresh from God’s palette
Mother Gaia gives all her gifts and fruits free, how do we repay?

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO.

Thursday photo prompt: Dance #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dance

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale sun piercing the mists above a green path through a golden field, leading into the centre of a circle of stones.

Join the dance of ages,

Of soothsayers and sages.

As history writes the pages

The stones meet the dawn with praises.

As the sun burns through the mist

Gia touches each stone to give grist

To life’s turns and twist

She warms each one sun kissed.

As night begins to fall

The stones begin to dance and call

This the magic and nature of them all

By day they stand by night they join the ball.

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This, ( I hope) joyous ode to Gia raises my soul. Part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

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Thursday photo prompt: Together #writephoto

This is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Together.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea

All was silent and quiet no movement on the horizon. Just the golden path that lead from her feet to the setting sun. The waves gentle washed the beach shifting age old sands as it had always done. Looking left and right she saw just sea and beach, perfect she thought.

The warmth of the sun touched her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. Bending she scooped up some shells from the beach and marvelled at their beauty, their perfect shapes and gentle colours.

Peace filled her being this was how it was in the beginning, before they came, before they tried to kill her, and almost succeeded.

Smiling she thought of all the havoc they had reeked all the greed and mistakes. She had given them warnings and ultimatums finally for all their technology she had beaten them with a tiny invisible microbe. They had caused it, through greed and cruelty, to cross species and attack them. Now for all they thought they were they were gone.

Those few that survived? She had high hopes for them. Hopefully they had learnt their lesson well. They would learn to share her world.

A voice desturbed her thoughts, it was him, calling to her. Gia lifted her hands to the sky and walked towards the sun , gentle waves under feet. The gentle voice said “I thought only I could do that” Gia smiled as she went to meet the Maker. They smiled and said as one ” Perhaps they will get it right this time “

Image from Pixabay.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 145 #PhotoPrompt

This week we are using a photo chosen by last month’s “Photo-Prompt” Poet of the Week Jane Dougherty.

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay
I have gone for the obvious Climate change. I have written an Etheree for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

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The Ending.

They

All said

It would not

Happen, yet all

The waters are rising

All the birds are leaving home

Temperatures are higher now.

Than they have ever been, water boils.

Gia, head bent succumbs to climate change.

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Jane Dougherty and Colleen came up with a fun idea. Whoever is chosen as the Photo-Prompt Poet of the Week will choose the photo for the next month’s photo-prompt challenge.

You can use Pixabay or any other creative commons photos – just give attribution to the photographer. If you would like to use your own photos, just let me know that. Please email the photo NLT 3 days before the next month’s photo challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

She couldn’t stay here for long the tide would turn in a few hours and she would be trapped.

Strangely she had survived the previous night she had found a circular shaft in the cave. Although she had managed to shimmy up away from the hungry waters she had been scared and cold in the dark. Her body was now much weakened and she knew she could not survive another night.

What should she do, there was no going back. The villagers would stone her or even worse burn her at the stake.

These people knew her, they were her family, neighbours and friends even. They had seen her grow, they had known of her knowledge of the herbs and potions and books.

She had lived happily among them, all her life. Every single one of them had cause to be grateful for her skills. That meant nothing now.

Cold and hungry she sat watching the sea washing the shore line. Listening to the waterfall, outside the cave, she wondered what to do.

Just as the tied started to turn she felt a presence at her side. Turning she was astounded to see Gia standing there smiling down at her.

“What are you doing here child,” mother earth asked her. “Why do you weep”

She looked into Gia’s beautiful face and told her the sad and sorry tale.

Gia touch her gently, and she turned to stone. “Fear not” my child she said. “You will rest here safe in my womb and when the time is right I will return and change you back.” Gia smiled and the girl felt safe and warm. No longer tired or hungry she felt at peace. “When the world needs you and, it will need you. I shall return you to your human form so you can continue your work.”

Goddess mother Gia

Protects those who worship her

Bountiful mother.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto. Threshold.