#WRITEPHOTO – STAMPS.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a colourful collection of used stamps from various envelopes and postages

Stamps – Image by KL Caley.

“Hey Merlin, babes, what are these, thingy…err stamps doing in the lab. ” Morgarna called out, “Are they important or are they for the bin?”
“No they are not for the bin Morgarna, don’t touch them” a startled Merlin called back. ” I thought I’d start a collection of them especially the rare ones”
Morgarna laughed and winked at her sister and replied. ” But they are almost obsolete babes”
Merlin strode into the Lab from the kitchen, “what better time to have a rare collection when they are a rarity? “
“These are not worth much babes ” Morgause mimicked her sister.
“No those are not but they will be, plus I thought we could pick up the rare ones on our travels” replied Merlin “we could make a killing really” Merlin smiled and poured himself a coffee.
“By “We” he means me and you Morga if you hang around long enough”
Morgause thought about this and said , ” Merls might just be on to something here … Some of these stamps are worth a fortune, especially first editions, those with mistakes and some that they made a few of. When were the first stamps made. “
Merlin picked up his phone and asked it, “Google when where the first adhesive stamps made” Google replied “In May 1840 the world’s first adhesive postage stamps were distributed. With an elegant engraving of the young Queen Victoria (whose 21st birthday was celebrated that month), the Penny Black was an instant success.”
Merlin then asked who had the idea. Google replied *”Sir Rowland Hill, KCB, FRS” “Well ladies we have a plan, we could make a fortune out of this! Who’s doing the first jump?”
Morgarna and Morgause lifted their Bacardi’s and coke and as one said “You! Babes you”

*First Stamps Wiki.

THIS IS PART K.L.CALEYS #writephoto to.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE .

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is: TANKA PROSE.

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The Tree

Dark skies, so cold I pull my coat about me, glad of its warmth. I hear you, calling to me. Suddenly the empty space around me is full of people, strange people. Scared of crowds I make for you, you call and guide me. My fear of crowds heightens my senses. I reach you and feel your strength and your knowledge. At last I am safe.

so deep are your roots
unlike me, shallow, flailing
I’m blown back in time
drawn back through millions of souls.
To you, to love, to the truth.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Photo prompt round-up: Lambent #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Crown

For visually challenged writers, the image 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.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

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.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter to everyone, even if you are not celebrating this Christian Feast I hope you will all be having a good long weekend.

Image from Pixabay

Now the Easter Egg, especially the chocolate one is a huge symbol, it is also big business. After Lent and all its fasting the Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Christ on Easter Sunday. From pagan times the egg has been the symbol for this feast. Though the chocolate egg is a recent invention from the 19th century. You can read about the Easter Egg here

I just wrote a long post on the history of Easter and the Easter Egg. Then I decided that is not what I wanted to do really.

Because we are such a diverse community and I love you all for that I really just want to say

To you all . Eat lots of Chocolate. Or don’t, watch out for Easter Bunnies.. or don’t, follow your religious beliefs what ever they are. Most of all be happy and enjoy. Love to you all .

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Fab.

LindaGHill said. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fab.” Use it as a word or find a word beginning with “fab.” As always, use any way you’d like. Have fun!

Fabulously an Acrostic Poem

Full of promise full of life

Always running full of hype

Blessed with memories and joy

Unisex? Girl or boy

Little things we hold so dear

Out of this world far and near

Unending fun and fashion sense

Sing the old songs sing the new

Living happy not in fear

You and me fab and gear.

And now for something completely different.

After the second world war, due to heavy bombing there was an acute shortage of housing. Here in the UK the solution was envisaged by war-time prime minister Winston Churchill in March 1944, and legally outlined in the Housing (Temporary Accommodation) Act 1944.

Quickly built homes for all those made homeless by the Blitz, they were the perfect solution to the post war problem . The were single story prefabricated homes. The populous affectionately called them the prefab.

Lune Day 23

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

These fractals of light

Dance through time

A wondrous sight.

One Liner Wednesday.

We went to Prime Minister Question Time today at the House of Commons today. The Scottish Nationalist Party decided to get stroppy about Brexit …a thorny matter still. Ian Blackford was ordered by John Bercow (the speaker) to sit down… He refused so he was ordered to leave the House. Read about it here.

We saw all of this. Hubby turn to me and said.

“See I take you to Parliament and we witnessed History! ”

And we did!

This is part of LindaGHill’s One liner Wednesday.

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Just Jot It January:Day 29 History

Image  found  here 

Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.

Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder  where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.

The grapes and olives grow anew as for  centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.

The view from the castle rampart  high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand  they live and breathe  past and future hand in hand.

The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture  walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.

Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.

So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls  who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.

This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve  have seen love and grief joy and strife.

I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living  united. I pray God that lasts.

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This  is  my  post  for  Just Jot  It  January, from  LindaGHill‘s  blog.  I  believe  that  history  is  circular   and  nothing  is  new. What has  happened  before  is  lingering  on  in  the  now  and  always  will be.

The Just Jot It January 29th prompt, brought to you by KL Caley of new2writing, is: “History.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to KL as well! Here’s her blog: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/about-me/

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#jusjojan

Thursday Doors: Half English Half Irish.

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North Americaneastern time), by using the blue link-up button on the bottom of Norm2.0 post which is here.

This is my contribution this week which like me half English and half Irish.

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Yes I am not kidding I am English  born and bred but my Father being Irish has instilled a great deal of the Celt in me.

For this week’s offering I have two Doors from local to where I live and two doors from Dublin.

The top photo is part of long row of terraced cottages situated at a place called Holyport.They are grade two listed buildings. They all have beautiful gardens and green front doors. The photo was taken in the summer.

The second photo of is an old style English pub the type you can still find all over the place. Luckily not taken over by a large chain who want all their pubs to be clones of each other!

In 2008 my husband took me to Dublin to to visit my Dad’s birthplace. We had had looked out my Dad’s birth certificate and so knew the address. We went to find it on the second day of our visit, we found the road. Gloucester Street South. Sadly the house had been knocked down, even more sadly very recently. There was a fireplace in the wall… I wandered was it the fireplace  that had been in my grandparent’s room.

Yes I did say room in those days, around  1905, there were about 10 rooms let in a house this size, at least 10 people to each family so at least 100 people per house. Imagine that! These are my photos but I did look on Google earth today and the area around has been developed but not that particular site. The only difference today is the fire place is gone!

The brightly coloured building in the  second  photo  is the Pub  The  Oliver St John Gogarty, named after  the author, poet,surgeon,politician and athlete who also inspired the  James Joyce character Buck Mulligan in his book Ulysses. The pub is situated in the cultural Temple Bar area.Great Music!

That is  my  post  for  this  week!