Hidden Dragon Tanka

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Tired out an old soul

No longer scary or mean

Eons of magic

So much knowledge to impart

Scary of face, kind heart.

Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto

This little piece of imagination is for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Challenge. It about Anne Neville and her Husband Richard 3rd of England.

Anne was lost she had been looking for Richard everywhere. Her patience was running very thin, as thin as her veil and her robes. It was transparently clear from the look on her face that she had had enough. As transparent as her body had become.

She had floated from Westminster to this cold carpark in Leicester. Looking around her she found it very difficult to take in what she was seeing. Here she stood in …well what was this place it said CARPARK… But what was a CARPARK.

Standing stark still for a second trying to take in her surroundings, to understand what was happening to her. She was by a wall, a wall decorated with white Lilies on a black background at it’s center was what resembled a black an orange stained glass window.

There was a pole with a round disc on it , white edged in red. It had drawings on it and some writing … It made no sense to Anne.

It actually read please park bumper to bumper. That meant nothing to Anne. As she stood there a youth rushed up and said “don’t move you look amazing stood there the mural makes it look like you have a halo around your head.”

“Look” said the youth “you look great in this photo, I am well impressed.” Then he showed her a small magic box that held her image the wall painting did indeed give her a halo.

The lad was off and running to meet his mates his magic box in his hand.

Anne turned and shivered, she called Richard several times before he finally answered her.

He took one look at her face and said, ” you are not happy are you madam” he smiled hoping to defuse her scowl.

“What is this awful soulless place why have you brought me here” Anne asked.

“It a carpark, it’s were I fell in battle, I was buried here when it was called Greyfriars they discovered me here and the moved my bones to Liecester Cathedral where I have a nice spot. I’d like you to join me, I have missed you.” He offered his hand and read her expression smiling he said “poison? come, you know me. I would not do that… And it was a long time ago.”

Anne who had been bristling with rage relented and took his hand. The years slipped away as they floated off, laughter was in the air.

Up the road a young lad was showing his mates his latest Instagram shot. He had already had 100 likes.

Thursday Doors – June 23, 2016:Sunflower Door

This  is  part of  Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors prompt.

Sunflower Door

Two years ago  while on  holiday in Italy  I  found  this  beautiful  door  in  the  back  allies  of  a  town  who’s  name escapes  me  now.

As usual  my  imagination  when into  over  drive  and I  wrote  this  little poem.

 

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There is a door in the wall
If I step through it will I fall?
What is on the other side
My curiosity I cannot hide.

In this tall walled alley steeped with history.
I feel the souls from hundreds of years,they speak to me.

 

Thousands of feet have passed this way.
Births,deaths,those who betray.
Intrigue and bloody murder.
A woman shamed, who attacked her.

Yet in the here and now I stand.
Looking at this sunflower door and
Wonder what is on the other side?
I long to step forward and throw it wide.

 

It would of been a step into infinity.
The door hide a fearful drop indeed the end of me.
Yet I am here to tell the tale
Fate’s test I passed, happily I did not fail.

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The  other side of  the door!

Alice and Lewis

Alice  opened  up  a new  world when she fell down  the  rabbit  hole

That  was  not  enough  so  through  the Looking  Glass she  stole .

OH! My  word  cried  an  angry Alice

As  she  looked  at  the  Queen of  Hearts  with Malice

 

Big  White  Rabbit scurries  by

He  can’t  stop he has  to fly

Round  the  corner  a  Walrus  and  a Carpenter

Sit  and  and  discuss the  world in a loud whisper.

 

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Thought  they’d  set  some playing cards  free.

Biscuits  and  pills  that  make  you  tall

Vie  with  those  that make  you small.

 

Mercurial  Hatters  set  tables  for high  tea

Door mice   slump in  their  sandwiches, so sleepy.

All the  while  by  Dreaming  Spires

Alice  and  Lewis  make sparks  that light  imaginations  fires!

 

Alice, Alice  your hair’s changed  to  black

What’s  that in your  arms, A Cheshire Cat.

Oh! beware of  his  sharp  teeth  and claws

As confusing  as  all those  keys  to open doors!

Where the River Flows

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Where are you flowing to river, tell me.
I am running away to meet the sea.
Where did you start from and where will you end.
Up in the hills on the high moor is where my friend.
Out to Sea and past the horizon I shall flow free.
God bless you river as you pass me, off on your journey from source to Sea.

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Love Is In Da Blog: Thank you Bill Bailey and Cutty Saka

Just Fooling  Around  With Bee said : today I suggest to you to celebrate your imaginary friends:

 

‘You  can’t  sit  there that  is Bill Bailey’s seat’  I saw  my poor mother’s  face  blanch that  awful  Bill Bailey   had  obviously  graduated  out  of  the  house  and was now on the 55 bus  with us on the  way  to Chiswick! 

I was eight years younger  than   my  next brother  and then the twins were ten years older  and the other two remaining  girls  were twelve  and fourteen years older, so I was,  in most respects  like an only  child. This  meant I had  to amuse myself  a lot. And I did. I had a huge imagination I loved  making  up stories  and playing  with  my  Teddy  Jingles  and  my Rabbit  Ozzy , not  forgetting  Bill the  Badger  who  was a one eyed, one eared  and one legged Badger….. mind  you he was brown not  the usual white and  black  of a real Badger .

Mum was nonplussed  when Bill Bailey  arrived  he did  not  come alone   he  brought  his not  so  nice  partner Cutty Saka , don’t  ask me  where I got  the names from esp Cutty Saka , Bill Bailey  could of  come  from the song. I think they must of arrived  very early  in my  life  as I seem to always remember  them throughout   my early  and middle childhood. They were there  for me from when I woke up  until I fell asleep  and  sometimes  they populated  my  dreams. They were different  and distinguishable   from  my  three favourite  toys ….. they were  real.

It  was usually  just  me and Bill Bailey , we would  draw or  paint  together,  we  would  dance and  play  with  my  toys in the garden, when I got a little older  we would  dance or  make  play  houses  on the crescent outside our  house. I think I  must of  been about  five  by the time  he started  to venture out  with  us, poor  mum she had a lot  to contend with  she must of been in her fifties  having  brought up a  big  family  and contended  with poor  health  to  end up with  an ‘unusual ‘  child  with a vivid imagination  populated  with  two strange characters!

Why have  you not tidied up that mess, why  have you not eaten  your dinner, who spilt that  drink , who  broke  that vase …… Bill Bailey, who else? 

As a  child  I was bullied  at school and  Bill Bailey  was a great comfort to have in my  corner , Cutty Saka  was  good  too  but  if I took her advice I always  ended up in trouble. I did  get into  hot water  too  with Bill Baily  ( he was always  Bill Bailey  never  Bill) sometimes  mum , dad  or even  my  brothers  and sisters  would  scold me if Bill Bailey  turned up at a time  that was embarrassing  to  them! On the whole though  everyone  was accommodating of  him and Cutty Saka .

Would  Bill Bailey  like  some  beans on his  toast, could  Bill Bailey   move  up so I  can sit  down, I think it is  time  you and Bill Bailey  headed up to bed!

I am not  sure  really  when Bill finally  went  for good  (  maybe  he is still around  but keeps his council)  but  by  the time I was old enough  to be spending time  with  my  cousin Lindy he must of  thought  he’d buzz  off  while she was around  but he still was there  while I was at school.

I am very  grateful  to Bill Bailey he  helped  me  through  my  childhood and I love  him  and  Cutty Saka  for that , I think  they  made  me  who I am.

 

Bill Bailey  and Cutty Saka   may  be gone  but I  still  have  Jingles  and Ozzy they are  upstairs  as  we speak!

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here    and  here

Miss Parry Jones and H

Yesterday  TanGental  gave his page  over to the Archaeologist, his brother, to do a guest post. The  post was called  “What happened next ?” It  is a beautiful post  about  a correspondence  between two young people on the eve of WW1 . The Archaeologist lays out  what  was said  in  a post card  from H  to Miss Parry Jones, he  then asks what  happens next.

Well I really urge  you to read  this wonderful  post  here  below is the reply  I sent to the post. I have fallen for  H and Miss Parry Jones  and here I want  to share my  story with you. Do go and read  the post  and think about  what  might of happened to these two young people in that historic era.

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Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
They had one last chance to meet before their world would change.
Both would be thrown into the maelstrom of war, where every thing was strange.
He was for the trenches bound, though this he did not yet know
While she, Miss Parry Jones, her world turned upside down into a factory would go.
Young H would carry his gun, at first with pride. Before he, terrified, lost his youth.
Miss Parry Jones watched her fingers turn yellow from using TNT though she never knew the truth.

 

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
In love they corresponded back and forth from Brighton to France
They both fought tiredness and hunger while fate led them a merry dance.
Their letters filled with their private code hid their love and fears
Both wept alone in the cold and dark and drank deep of bitter tears.
Mud and blood and noise finally took H’s mind
He got his ticket back to Blighty leaving the trench horrors behind.

 

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
She went to the munition factory for her shift every night
While H was being brought home a gibbering wreck, deaf and with no sight.
Miss Parry Jones knew her man was returning home, this filled her heart with joy.
God was looking elsewhere when she dropped a shell,her dying words where for H, her boy.
H loved the bones of Miss Parry Jones sadly that was all that he came home to.
He did recover in body though never in his mind. He lost his lovely girl.Their moments together too few.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H

Escape

Hot  sun upon my skin , gentle breeze  lifts  my  hair and cools  me

I am relaxed my mind is spinning free, here upon the shore listening  to the sea.

I am alone,  I am at  peace , I love to  be here  on the shore

Silver reflections dancing  on  the water, I wish  this peace could last forevermore.

 

The birds  wheel and swoop  I hear  their cries

My heart  calls out  to them, as  do  my  arms  as away  they fly.

Alone and solitary but  feeling  free the sand  between  my toes

I  may be miles away  and sad  but to my  favourite  beach my mind flows.

 

 

Lights in the Cherry Tree

Cherry Tree Lights

Magic lights on the tree in the garden, brightening my evening as Autumn approaches. I see fairy wings in your blossoms. Gentle breezes carry the hint of your scent in through the window. As the sun slips down to the horizon bathing everything with a gold tinge afterglow.

Everyone see something different when they look at you with your yellow lights. Some see angels some see kites  I see only memories  burning bright growing in strength throughout the night. Gentle kisses from my youth , lollipop rewards for telling the truth.

I see happy picnics in the park rounding up the boys and hurrying home before it gets dark. Lots of dark days where the lights don’t twinkle just remembering those makes my flesh crinkle…….. best forgot no use to dwell sad memories can be such hell.

Counting blessing in the lights forgetting  bad and sad times, the chances of that. Slight . As the dawn begins to brake I start yawn and stretch and shake. The twinkling lights begin to fade along with all the mistakes I’ve made. Fill the kettle turn off the light look out to see the glorious pink blossom what a wonderful sight! Everything looks better when you come out of the night!

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