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.

One-Liner Wednesday

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.“

William Shakespeare

This is linked to LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.


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Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds above a silky body of water bordered by dark hills.

Cold, weary and completely spent

I trudged on , to the future bent.

Through the longest night of my years

I immerged from the veil of tears.

Not expecting anything heaven sent

The scene I met was glorious and lambent.

Silver and goldens rays escape the clouds

The lake aglow devoid of shrouds.

It awoke my soul and raised my heart

So full of hope this was for me, a new start.

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

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Still

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…

Spring hopes eternal

New life flourishes and blooms

Blue skies lift spirits

Nature opens her palate

Blues and greens to lift spirits.

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

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Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto

This week’s prompt for #writephoto ~ Storm

For visually challenged writers, the image shows stormy sky above a ruined tower, perched above earthen banks and ditches.

Calador took Lisa in to his arms and smiled down at her. She looked tired and small but no a day older than when they had met fifteen long hard years ago. Her eyes, that deep blue, indicative of witches showed the pain those years of war had taken on her soul.

Hope was ahead of them now striding up the hill towards what was left of Ewan’s Castle and the deep trenches that had been used to deter the hosts of Vampires. “Come on you two” she called, “there’s a storm closing in and I for one could do without getting soaked again” Calador laughed and shouted back, “It might be cold but the sky is clear no sign of a storm!” Hope laughed loudly. Lisa smiled and hugged Calador, “Come on , you know she is always right she can feel the weather, see the future, past and present” she said braking free from Calador’s hold and heading up hill.

As they reached the top of the hill and crossed the earthworks the skies darkened and the first drops if rain began to fall.

As they entered the Mott, all that was left of the castle the warmth greeted them. The fire in the kitchen filled the whole place with heat and the smell of stew cooking. Leona was there Hope threw her arms around her, she had great affection for this woman who had helped raise her. Who had kept her hidden in plain sight within her own large brood.

As Calador and Lisa walked towards the Great hall Ewan came out to meet them. He greeted them both warmly.”It is very fortuitous that you have all visited today. Alicia and the witches council have asked me to bring you here tonight.” He added, ” I fear there is a storm brewing! ”

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

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This is part of my continuing my story ‘Vampires the Witch and the Werewolf’ you can read the story so far here.

Thursday photo prompt: Daybreak #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a morning sky aflame above dark landscape, whose horizon is marked only by trees

Daybreak

Woosh! She swirls her skirts around

Orange, gold, grey and blue

Silently, she wakes the day, without a sound.

She crayons the trees in black, anew

Bidding farewell to the night

Gently she drops dew, the land to nourish

Waving off the early bird in flight

She wakes the Sun so we can flourish.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt

It is the third Tuesday of the month and so it time for our photo prompt from Colleen.

This month’s photo prompt has been provided by me. What does the photo say to you, tell your story in syllabic poetry. Just rely on your emotions.

The young couple at the airport told us (the old couple) of their very recent wedding. They spoke of how beautiful and lavish it had been . They enthused about the food and the guests and the sun-kissed honeymoon they were about to embark on. Yet the bride’s eyes and hands told me a more valid story.

Life’s Patterns, A Nonet.

My

Hands show

Rich patterns

Of my new life

Painted carefully

By Auntys and sisters

To prepare me , as the bride

My heart soars at the sight of them

I am now joined to the man I love.

They symbolise our new path together.

©2019 Willow Willers

I wish them well.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Follow the schedule listed below:

New Decade, Acrostic Poem.

Now we stand on the abyss
Everyone of us accountable
Why have we closed our eyes.
Drowning and burning we fly
Earth we spoil deaf to her cry
Careful you are killing me
Are you are all too blind to see”
Dare we ignore the warning
Earth is screaming.


Thursday photo prompt: Offering #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image below shows a female figure, translucent and rainbow coloured, emerging from mist in which many shapes move. She is holding a bowl. Before her are strange blue pinnacles… which could be close or distant, spires, ice or… something else

The Offering: painting and photo © Sue Vincent at scvincent.com

The candle burned low as I sat alone contemplating my life. I was alone, cold and to be honest I was afraid. A draft caught the candle and I was in the dark. The blackness was plapable and I was enclosed in it. I could not see a hand in front of me.

It was so quiet I could hear my heart beating, it was a comforting sound, slow and rhythmic. I was totally alone, my life has always been so busy. Family, husband, children, grandchildren, friends. Where were they now. I was in need,but I was alone.

Eventually my eyes grow accustomed to the dark there is still smoke escaping from the candle, as I watch it seems to ignite with soft yellow light, a figure of a woman with glorious long red hair is gliding up in front of her are blue pinacles of light. In her hand she is carrying a bowl, it looks like precious cargo to me.

My sharp intake of breath makes her turn and face me. She smiles at me, I have a great urge to follow her as she is radiating warmth and peace. As I stand to follow her she raises her hand to still me. “No” she whispers “This is not your time” I stand and watch here as she floats off toward the blue lights. Here soft voice floats back to me. “Life is the gift I bestow on you tonight use it well.” Then she is gone.

The candle burst back into life as there is a knock at the door. I turn on the tree lights as I hear voices. It’s the grandchildren. Thank you, I think, I am glad, so glad I staid.


This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. This image this week is one of the very talented Sue’s paintings.

Mary and Jo Part 28

This is part twenty eight of my reworking of the Nativity. From an idea I first wrote in December 2011.

Image from Pixabay

And what of our three wise men who follow the star, to find the babe of Bethlehem. They checked and double checked the charts they knew the 5th was the date imprinted on their hearts

They had stayed up discussing Herod and the proposition he had made for information about the whereabouts of the babe. The stranger Gabriel made a lot sense when he told them of Herod’s plan to find and destroy the babe if he can.

Image from Pixabay

They decided that they would give him the swerve they had not liked his manner he had had them all un-nerved. They decided they would give the parents the tip to leave Egypt asap and give the man the slip.

Image from Pixabay

So not long now till they set off into the night to pay homage to the holy mite . He is the new, the the shining light. With their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh gifts which will in the future share.

Image from Pixabay

Mares and Jo take their rest, something is telling them to stay, Gabe mentioned three wise men from far away. He also told Jo to be clear, after their visit they could not stay here. They must immediately up and leave Egypt without delay.

Image from Pixabay

Sleep sweet couple while you can there will be grief when your boy becomes a man.

Image from Pixabay

He has come to save us all, it is true but to reach that goal,Mary and Jo there is much grief for you.

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