K.L Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Fledgling

Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot.

This week Gail and Morgarna return to the new house and they all learn happy lessons in humanity….well in Morgarna’s case for now!

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Morgarna and Gail were sitting on the Castle wall drinking mead , “What is that smell Morgarna”
“It’s the smell of the castle, body odour, urine,and animal dun all human life! “
Just then the Anomaly appeared, “Right Gail time to jump , I have had a blast”
As they both jumped Gail could be heard saying ” So has my nose , it’s honks enough here to cure blocked sinuses! “


Merlin was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard Morgarna and Gail as they landed in the lab. “Coffee is on the brew” he shouted.
“Oh! I could murder a cup” Gail shouted, “can I have it in the bath, this new body of mine is stinking..and I need to change my clothes, I’ve not done that for years”
“Good job for you that there is more one bathroom here there was only one at the old place…as a treat you can use the big one in my room. Just this once mind and you can use any of my potions they are all safe …ish” Morgarna ended on a grin.
Gail didn’t need telling twice she was off and running up the stairs with the mug of coffee Merlin had handed her.


Morgarna had her bath and washed her hair reluctantly, how strange she thought how much she missed those dark and dirty days of cold draughty castles ….


“That was uncharacteristicly kind of you to let Gail use your bathroom and potions…are you sure they’re safe babes? ” Merlin asked as Morgarna joined him in the sunny living room…”How did she do”
Morgarna lit a cigarette and poured herself a large Shiraz and relaxed. “She was amazing we met her David, she and he thrashed out the whole story he didn’t know all of it. She helped him by showing she was at peace now, and he told her about his life with May. We even met one of the grandchildren, well I did.” Morgarna paused to take a sip of her wine. ” Gail convinced Dave that suicide was not the answer and if he’d killed himself and one of his family had found him it would of been as painful as what had happened to him.”
“So it went well then ?” Merlin asked.
“Yup Merls it did and with a little help from me” she waved her hand, ” I think everyone is at peace with the past. Then I took Gail back to our time where she had a good time…even had some fun with Garth, you know the Blacksmith..” Morgarna winked.
Merlin’s face lit up, “Indeed I do..and that means Gail’s body works well…good for her …good old Garth… perhaps she can learn there’s good in life….even if it’s post mortem “
Morgarna nearly choked on her Shiraz , “Bloody hell Merls are we becoming sensitive…dare I say more human….” They both erupted into laughter.


Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

Outside in the garden Gail was enjoying the warmth of the sun, clean clothes and a really welcome feeling of piece. She heard Morgarna and Merlin laughing and she felt really happy…. Almost as happy as she was on her seventeenth birthday, she put her hand to her neck and held the locket.
Just then she heard a little tweeting and flutter of wings. Following the sound she found a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot. “Hello little one’ she said. “Don’t be afraid, have you lost your way? I know how that feels but with help from kind people you can get back, well almost to where you should be. ” She bent down and looked at the little chap who seemed to be listening to her every word she was saying.
Gail sat by the flower pot chatting to the fledgling until the light began to fade . Just when Gail began to think she’d have to sit here all night the little chap came out of the flowerpot in answer to a call from the tree opposite.. his mother was calling him in to roost…. After his second attempt he took off and disappeared with his mum.
Gail sat there and felt tears on her cheeks. Oh! tears she thought for the second time that week after years of none…these though we’re tears of joy.


“Gail, Gail where are you? ” Morgarna was calling from the kitchen door.
“Merlin wants to take us out for dinner and he’s paying you can choose where we are eating! “
Gail took a deep breath wiped her heavily made up eyes and smiled!
“Steak ” she shouted, “I fancy steak” as she ran back to the house like a fledgling to her parents !

#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 262, 2/22/22, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Are you ready for a #TankaTuesday theme prompt? Ken Gierke (Rivrvlogr) from last month’s challenge picked the theme:

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TRANSITIONS.

From day unto night
Earthbound into sudden flight
The mind learns to dream .

Part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 84: (LEARN) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

image by Paul Militaru

When we are young we rush and race.
No time to watch the flowers grow
Or count raindrops as down they flow.
Everything was done at fast
pace
We had style and we had such grace.
Then as we age we slow right down .
Our efforts to catch time a frown
You’d think that over time we’d learn
But no we simply crash and burn
We try to fly but slowly drown.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 371 PULL and Push.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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push all the limits
defy all of nature’s rules
pull up your roots

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 155 #SynonymsOnly or #Theme-Thanksgiving

This week you have a choice. You can write about the #Theme of Thanksgiving (thankful, grateful, family, etc. whatever that word means to you)

OR

here are your two words for this week:

“End & Hurry”

Hopefully they travelled
Across the Atlantic Ocean
Praying for safe delivery
Pleased at first sight of land
Yearning for all they had left behind
Thankful to be safely delivered
Hopeful of a brave new world
Aching in soul and body
No one shirked their duties
Kindred spirits they worked together
Spring, Summer and Autumn brought their hardships
Giving thanks to their God
Indians watched them from afar
Vainly struggling in a hostile world
In fear they struggled but
Never giving up they reached harvest
God saw them through and they gave thanks.

So as I did an Acrostic poem which is not within our remit so here is a Tanka. A synonymous Tanka not using the words End and Hurry.

Thanksgiving Tanka
It comes to a close
The year gently closing down
Only to speed up
Thanksgiving with family
It all ends so happily.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 89, “DRY & WET,” #SYNONYMSONLY

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s of the Fairy Whisper Weekly Tanka Tuesday.

I need deep damp loam

Darkness, for now, is my home

Soon I will rise up

I will dance in the warm sun

After the rain, my growth done.

Rain soaked leaves drip water

No longer sunbaked or parched

The weather cycles

Just like melting icicles

In sun they evaporate.

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Top picture is from Pixabay

Bottom photo is mine.

Wordless Wednesday : The Progress Of The Tomato Plants.

Week One

Week One

 

Week two

Week two

week three

week three

week four

week four

This week

This week

Special Cargo

Brightly you blossom and bloom now, as I once was  blessed to bloom

The life I brought forth loves you and you carry his seed in your womb.

Joy of joy life goes on and on such are the wonderful circles of life.

As us before you met young. I loved you then I love you now his wife.

No better gift can a man give a woman than to maker her a lover

No better gift can one woman give another than to make her a grandmother.

 

Thank you , thank you I will be here for you to give help and support

Only to step in if asked to stand back even if it hurts, to advice only if sort.

My time has passed no more can I bare fruit but I am woman

I was once  as girl as you were until now , this seed makes you woman

May you raise this gift  and love the love it chooses and feel as I do

I pray you are given this gift one day,  then you can look back and see my words were true,

THANK YOU .

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This is a personal poem, I do not want women anywhere thinking I am saying you have to have children to be whole. That is not the case  a woman is a woman.

Gate Keepers :6

Sister, sister,  stop , what use to run ? What use to hide

Halt sister, stand by me. We must not run let’s hold this gate with pride.

I shall support you if you support me we stand together

Like stone  against all evil we will defend  this earth forever.

 

Slowly the gate keepers watched  as things began to grow

They held the  gates against all evil that tried to enter and over throw.

First came the plants  and the cells soon insects and fish crawled and swam

From the  broth of life they slowly  emerge, the humans rose to two feet and the rot began.

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