Willow Poetry. Photo prompt June 11 to June 17, 2019

Photo prompt June 11 to June 17, 2019:

Weekly challenge

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She had seen it all. Witnessed the sordid things they had done. Now there was nothing left to see. Infront of her wasteland, to either side and behind her nothing was left.

It was strange only her tower remained. She smiled, though you would not of been able to look at her face it had been shot away years previously. ………

She hovered above the the only remaining building,her church, looking at her defaced statue, she sighed . No point in being here any longer. She had tried hard, prayed for them all to the bitter end. They were all gone now.

She heard a voice in the distance “Mother please come home now”

Why not she though there was nothing to stay for now.

As she left she pulled the statue from its ledge, as it fell she whispered. ‘ they tried to make me a false idol.

This is part of Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See challenge

Photo prompt June 4 to June 10, 2019:

Photo prompt June 4 to June 10, 2019:

cat courtships

Miss

Kitty

Sits pretty

Smile on her face

Tom paws on his hips

Wild blue eyes and tight lips

Toto hanging by his claws

He knows Miss Kitty has her flaws

He would fight mighty Tom to the death

He’ll love Miss Kitty to his dying breath.

Beneath the moon Miss Kitty thinks she’ll swoon

If Mighty Tom discovers Toto

They’ll fight and one will be laid low

Suddenly the gutter cracks

Toto looses his grip

Soon he starts to slip

He drops to ground

Miss Kitty

Softly

Sigh.

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WHAT DO YOU SEE? MAY 21/2019

My entry for Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See challenge at Willow Poetry. I have done a Tanka this week.

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Life Cycle.

Metamorphosis

Incomplete puzzle of life

Caterpillar eats

Pupa sleeps contentedly

End stage Butterfly breaks free

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Photo prompt May 14 to May 21, 2019  

The Gift.

tower

It

Was so

Long ago

All else forgot

Except Meg had not.

A random kind gift

Which brought her so much pure joy

Given to her by a kind boy.

Lovingly she built a high tower

Wrung with steps so she could reach her flower

Twice daily she performed her blessed job

Once she was spry, now no longer fast

Rain or shine whatever season

She gave her whole to the task

For help she never asked

This was her life’s work

She would not shirk

Who gave her

The gift

God.

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Hélène Vaillant’s WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH/26/2019

Photo prompt March 26 to April 1, 2019

We all know that most but not all religions have a lot to answer for. In times gone by bullying and misusing the poor the weak and the young. These days sexual abuse is regularly uncovered, in schools and parishes where the priests (by any name) of all religions are held up as good and to be trusted.

This is now being revealed as rubbish they can be as deviant, cruel and evil as the next.

So to the good ones out there I apologize and thank you for your good works. To the evil abusers and bullies mascarading as pious may you burn in hell for eternity.

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The bells of evensong chime

Brothers come together at this time

They meet in prayer and silent contemplation

Giving thanks to God for the safety of their Nation.

God is on our side they say

Yet that was never true, least of all today.

Their world falls apart about their ears

They close their eyes to all their fears.

Brothers you have lost your way

On the young, poor and weak you can no longer prey.

Your leaders speak of apology

But your victims can’t break free

Their lives blackened, they despair

Whilst you move on without care.

Beware those of you who have sinned

Your names are carried on the wind.

God in heaven sees all your misdeeds

No wonder the sacred heart bleeds.

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This is part of Hélène Vaillant’s what do you see challenge.

WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 12, 2019

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The  dead lay all around under the bridge. The  battle  had been bloody and  furious. The Dragon  fort bravely and  slayed  the  sons  of man .They had  again  attacked  him without  reason  or warning.

Truly  he could not understand  why  they hated  him so much. Every hundred or  so years  they  would  come  and  search him out. He  was tired now and lonely. All his kin had  long  died  or  taken to  the air  to  leave  this  inhospitable planet, peopled by the  evil son’s of Adam and Eve.

Why he wondered  were  they so unkind  and blood thirsty, why had they always  persecuted him and his kind. If only  they would try talking  he  could of explain  that he was the last guardian of  their  selfish , miserable  kind. No matter how  they treated him he  would stay to protect them until he was no more able to. Yes  he killed  them in Battle  but  never blindly or without feeling. Every time  he  took a mortal’s life  he died a little inside .

They just would not  learn, he  could  see into the future  and  what he saw was terrifying  beyond  belief.  War machines, that flew the skies, some that moved across land at high speed and even more that  ploughed  the waters above and below. He  wept, he  hurt for them …would  they ever learn? He  saw  men from different nation’s  and eras preaching  war, a few preached peace  but  they did not  shout  as loud  and  were soon silenced. To his  horror he  saw also the females become leaders  and some were as evil as  the men.

In despair he wept. Then he felt a presence before  him. He raised his face and looked into the eyes of a young knight who too was weeping . The Dragon  read the lad’s  mind  and  showed  him what  he foresaw. He told  the young  knight  what he feared  was  the  fate of  his  world. The  knight wept , the Dragon wept, they wept together.

The knight  saw how mortally tired  the Dragon was but he  had no wish to harm him. “How  can I help” asked  the boy, he was all of  thirteen dressed and armed as a knight.” I don’t know” answered  the Dragon a huge  tear running done his  scaly face.  They sat a while in silence then who knows, maybe  God  or  some  other  supreme being sowed a seed of hope in both their heads.

“I know” said  the boy , “you need sleep” . “Yes”  agreed  the Dragon “a millennia at least,” smiling  as he spoke. “Well ” said  the boy , then he  and  the Dragon spoke  as one.

“If I / You pretend  to kill you /Me, I/You can tell the world I /You killed you/Me  the last Dragon . ” they stopped  and looked at each other. The boy said , “yes  then  you could sleep and no one  will look for you or  attack  you ” “I will give  you  one of  my diamond eyes and part of  my tail as  proof. ”  “Really said  the boy in shock will that not  hurt you ” The dragon waved  a clawed paw at him , “only  momentarily, after a  few hundred years I will of repaired myself. ”

“Make it  look real boy use  your sword, then leave me  to rest . ”

The  boy wept as he  cut out  the dragon’s eye  and removed  part of his tale. The Dragon for his part let out  a huge roar that was heard in every village  and town for miles.

“Go boy”whispered the Dragon, “make  them believe you. Then I shall sleep and awake  when this  world needs me . ”

The  Boy mounted his white steed  and and rode off towards  the city of men to tell them the  last dragon was dead. He  also vowed to keep his promise  to the Dragon to make a difference.

The  snow  began to fall as  the  Dragon settled  down under  the  bridge . The  bodies of  the slain men turned  to stone  as  the  snow  covered them . The Dragon fell fast asleep and God  or  some other supreme  being  cloaked him to be invisible  until man was better, wiser and  ready to listen to his  wisdom and find  the way to peace.

The  boy, shall I tell you his name? It was George and he became  a saint . The Dragon  well he still sleeps , gathering his  strength , awaiting  the  day  when we will of  evolved enough  for him and his  kin to return  and show us how to live in peace.

Sadly I doubt I shall see that  day, but it will come.

This is part of Hélène’s What do  you see prompt. 

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