K.L. Caley’s #writephoto Tomb.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a table tomb. Whilst a lot of the stonework is eroded, it is obvious this was quite an ornate tomb in its time.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

Morgana woke with a start, as the fog cleared a headache and a huge hangover took charge of her head! …. “why oh why” she asked herself did she always party so hard? Not bothering to wait for an answer from herself she stood up and surveyed the the collateral. Bodies, booze, and a few nasties she decided not to investigate too closely, she smiled and thought that was a good week, that was. Lighting a cigarette she found her heels and headed for the door.
It was getting cold outside, the year was heading down to winter, popping back in the door for a second Morgana helped herself to a coat and headed off up the road to where she’d left Merlin’s BMW.


Parking the car, worse for wear and dirty, she left it just below Merlin, still thoroughly stuck in the bricked up arch. Smiling sweetly as she past him she said, “not long Hun’ I just need to freshen up! “


Later after a very silent meal, Morgana could not resist teasing Merlin, “Oh! What’s your problem Hun, you looked so cute as a little naked green man” Smirking Morgana look Merlin right in the eye, she loved to see him squirm ! Merlin was not looking his swarve self and his face was pinched with anger! He tutted as she lit another cigarette, “Why do you do that he asked you know it’s a killer” Morgana laugh, “Hun, we are immortal I am just gonna do as I please”
“Okay” said Merlin “you can do just as you please but we are here for a purpose and we have another job! “
“You say we Merlin but why is it always me that has to jump and cope? ” Merlin smiled and touched her arm, “Morgana my dear you are simply the best and while I am being honest I do think I went a tad too far over the cream tea incident. Mind you the damage you have done to my beautiful BMV …” He broke off there and Morgana thought she could see a tear in his eye.
After finishing his wine Merlin continued, “Anyway Morgana, this trip needs both of us, so you will not be going alone! ” Morgana choked on her drink, “How, you always said you had to be here to control the Anomaly, how will we get back?” she spluttered. Merlin mumbled something, Morgana kicked him, “what? louder” Merlin looked out the window and repeated, “I LIED!” Morgan threw what was left of her wine in his face and stormed out.


The next morning found them dressed in medieval garb, walk through heavy mists in an ancient cemetery…. They approached an old table tomb, they stood at the head and waited. Merlin looked very handsome and imposing in his wizards cloak he was just about to compliment Morgana, but she lit up a cigarette and the moment was spoilt.
After a few minutes the Anomaly arrived , the two linked hands and took the leap. To any onlookers it would of appeared that this strangely attired couple disappeared into the tomb. The only evidence they had been there was Morgana’s dieing cigarette on the ground by the tomb.


This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – EMERGING.

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KL Caley is our for the Thursday Writephoto challenge, and this week our picture is supplied by Geoff Le Pard.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green man (with the traditional leaves for his hair) emerging from a bricked up tunnel.

Photo From ©Geoff Lepard.

“Now hold on Morgana” Merlin shouted as he backed away from the *Fury that was fast approaching him with fire in her eyes and mud and blood on her naked body. “Hold on nothing you thieving swine, what the hell do you think you are doing with my coin and note collection” Morgana was so angry she forgotten her state of undress and all her aches and pains.
“You have ruined my car with your temper and cigarettes and as you had your bank cards with you I decided to check out what you had knocking about here! Personally I think that’s quite reasonable”
Morgana raised herself up to her full height and went for Merlin’s jugular! “Reasonable, reasonable” she screamed in his ear, “you’ve put me through hell this last week and you’ve not given a flying cuss about my welfare, no sorry no appreciation just you moaning about your car and expecting me to pay for the damages! Then to top it all sending me on a mission impossible”
Merlin looked her in the eye and whispered, she was choking him, ” You do look magnificent when your angry and especially when you’re naked! “
That was it Morgana flipped their truce to work together fell by the way. Our of her mouth came some unutterable words in an ancient language …. Merlin paled , he felt himself being lifted into the air and propelled across the room and through the wall of the lab. Whilst flying he found himself turning green and his beautiful black hair turning to leaves!
“Hold on Morgana” he yelled you solomly swore no magic on each other” Morgana was not listening she dumped the moonstone on the table then headed for the bathroom!


Two hours later after a bath and a meal Morgan got into Merlin’s car and lit a cigarette looking over to left she smiled and waved , “Bye hun” she shouted waving her cigarette in his direction, “See you later, hopefully you’ll of learned some manners by the time I get back I am off for a drink! Merlin struggled but he was stuck fast half in and half out of the wall. He was furious, no voice, no movement and no clothes! and Morgana had his beloved car.


  • A Fury : The Erinyes, also known as the Furies, were female chthonic deities of vengeance in ancient Greek religion and mythology. A formulaic oath in the Iliad invokes them as “the Erinyes, that under earth take vengeance on men, whosoever hath sworn a false oath”. Wikipedia


#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 245, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy 5th Birthday Tanka Tuesday! 💜🌟

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Eugi (Franci Hoffman) from last month’s challenge picked the theme: This month’s theme is:

The Harvest Moon

© willowdot21

Caught
Like a
Startled cat
Quite bedazzled
Trapped in silver moonbeams
I am bewitched and bewildered
So entranced by the beauty I near swoon.
A huge silver sphere shedding magic, harvest moon.
These Autumn nights are full of witches flights
Ghosts and ghouls play us for such fools.
Please shine harvest moon on us
In your magic
Powers we
Surely
Trust.

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕.

I wanted to do a Diatelle, but the rhyming rules would not let express myself as I had hoped, so I wrote a free verse Diatelle. I hope that is okay. A true Diatelle runs with syllables of 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1 and a rhyming scheme of abbcbccaccbcbba.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE.

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto: The Bandstand.

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It’s Thursday and time for K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. The question this week from K.L. is: “Will this little prompt provide music to your ears?”

I am running so late this week I am too late for this prompt but as I have written it I shall submit it anyway.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

It was raining quite heavily and it was late at night when Morgarna open her eyes. Really, she thought I had only closed my eyes for a second. To her relief she was warm and cosy for the first time in days, her black dress was draped over a pole in the middle of the hut, to the side of a roaring fire. Looking down she saw she was dressed in a warm dry robe of Lincoln green. Not a bad cut she mused and quite stylish.
Just then the curtain across the door opened and there was familiar face carrying a bowl of food . “Marion” Morgarna was on her feet and smiling, “it’s so lovely to see you here and safe” Marion hugged her and gave her the food!
“I am so pleased to see you again. You disappeared so quickly after saving Robin’s and my neck from that evil sherrif! “
Morgana smiled as she remembered the day that she had “dropped” in on their execution in the sheriff’s courtyard! It had certainly caused consternation as she had cut the ropes around their necks and whisked them away from under the sherrif’s nose. He and everyone else in the area had been caught in a time lock spell.
“So” asked Marion, “why are you here my friend.” In-between mouthfuls of her much needed supper Morgana replied. “That’s the thing Marion, I am not here officially as I did not come here with any instructions, infact I didn’t even come by the anomaly, I just slipped through a portal! “
“I see” replied Marion, a smile on her face, her mind racing, there she goes again rambling, whatever portals and anomalies are? Just then Robin and Gamble Gold joined them. They spent the night eating and chatting….well they had lot to catch up on.
The next day Morgana and Marion were out gathering wood to cook dinner, when they got separated, Morgana turned a corner and there it was the anomaly, damn she thought and I was so enjoying this break from work and Merlin!
Sadly she had no choice so she jumped!
As she fell she passed through a roof and landed on a wooden floor. A band stand , she thought, looking down she met the eyes and wagging tail of a happy but surprised Labrador! “Hello beautiful ” she said giving the Lab a cuddle. As she look up she noticed a stunned young man in the corner of the bandstand.
“Where on earth did you come from ” he asked . “Only up the way ” Morgana smiled. Just then the lad was joined by his mates all carrying instruments. Morgana watched them set up their band . Then she was off and running towards the road and a smart looking BMV.

#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.

© willowdot21.

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.

#WRITEPHOTO – THE STAIRWAY.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a stone stairwell with an opening obscured by a bright light.

The Stairway – Image by KL Caley.

Morgana had been tunneling for days, moving stones and dirt inch by inch as she moved upwards from the dark where she had been thrown. Feeling weak and tired something was driving her on. Was it the thought of freedom or just plain madness.

Suddenly the debris fell past her leaving her even more bloodied. Her nails were ripped and torn, she was filthy, covered in dirt and her own excretions. Tears of relief ran down her face leaving damp streaks.

Despite her miserable state she had to smile to herself. Condemned as a witch ? Well if she had ever had any magic powers they had deserted her over the last few days. Blood sweat and tears had got her out of that dungeon grave!

Emerging from the hole she looks up to the light at the top of the stone steps. The steps were rough hewn and the rise on each of them was uneven. Smiling she remembered Merlin explaining to her why they were made so. Enemies trying to creep up the stairs in the dark would stumble and if wearing any type of armour, the noise would alert the occupants of impending mayhem.

So carefully and slowly Morgarna climbed up to the light. Looking out over the valley she could see nothing unusual. That was unfortunate but she had faith in Merlin. The day past as she sat up in the opening overlooking the fields. As it got darker she looked to the horizon, sure enough there was an anomaly approaching she was sure of that!

Slowly she stood , calculating distance she prepared herself. Suddenly she was spotted from below the cry went up, “The witch lives!”

“Damn” thought Morgarna, ” it’s now or never” As the first of the stones hit her feet she took a leap of fate. Holding her breath, praying and keeping her arms and legs straight she simply disappeared.

Those below let our an incredibly loud “Oh!” Dropped their flaming torches and ran.

Landing with a bump at the feet of Merlin, Morgarna breathed a sigh of relief. Merlin looked at her and smiled. “My you look a mess! What have you been doing”

“Not now” Morgarna replied “I need a shower can you order a takeaway…curry I think please. ” “Okay” Merlin said picking up his mobile.

Later that evening, after being debriefed by Merlin Morgarana settled down to watch the Crown on Netflix’s she thought to herself…witch? Who needs magic when you have science?

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

#TANKA TUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 230 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Kerfe Roig provided a piece of her art for this month’s challenge.

I have chosen to try a Cromorna. New to me but I think it’s form fits the picture.

Cromorna is a verse form that has compact lines and exacting meter and rhyme developed by Viola Berg.The Cromorna is:
stanzaic, written in 3 quatrains.
syllabic, with 5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3 syllables per line.
rhymed, rhyme scheme abab cbcb dbdb.

Image Credit: Kerfe Roig.

Quest.

a search without cease
paper bird
ceaseless hunt for peace
dove unheard

traced in my mind’s map.
paper bird
the answer, a trap
dreams occured

infinite and spacial
it’s life’s spice
all celestial
tossed like dice.

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

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 60: (Black) in the A rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (AIR and Wisp). and this Décima Challenge of BLACK in the A rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

Could this magic be white or black.
A willow the wisp touches base
As it gently kisses your face.
You take the less obvious track.
You eyes open to all you lack.
Truly there’s magic in the air.
As this little sprite shows her flare.
Brushing over your face and soul.
Un-beknownst she owns you whole.
Dreamily you walk upon air.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA

Butterflies in the Snow.

Butterflies in the snow.

Is that right, can it  be so

Am I seeing butterflies in the snow.

Gently round  my  fingers  they go

Little beauties don’t  you know

This is Winter’s realms

Yet here you are like tiny gems

Here in the glistening snow

Bright and bouncy not contrite

Stay and make this darkness bright

Keep me safe through Winter’s night.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. The Crossing.

The Crossing

Every day she waited at the crossing. Hope to catch a glimpse of the opening. That strange trick of the light that she had only seen once before when she was a small child of three.

Every day at dusk she contrived to be there just incase the opening appeared again. She stayed in the village she was born in, enjoying a full life, marriage, children,grand and great grandchildren. Helping others always she was known to be a kind and generous woman.

As the years went by people gave up asking why she went to the bridge at the end of every day. It just became accepted, part of life.

It was on her hundred and third birthday that as she stood by the bridge that the light changed. She rubbed her eyes and sure enough there was the opening. There was the village and to her astonishment the same young man who had waved to her all those years ago was beckoning to her.

As fast as her old bones could carry her she began to cross the bridge. It was a long bridge and at first she thought she’d never make it across. Strangely the nearer she got to the young man the quicker she seemed able to move.

As she reached the young man he took her hand and asked her why she had taken so long, she smiled at him and as she looked into his eyes she saw her reflection….. She was young again.

The opening closed the moment she stepped through it.

Back in the village no knew what had happened to her. They searched for weeks but she was nowhere to be found. They all decided that she had, had a good innings.

All bar one child who had witnessed the whole incident. He he never told anyone what had happened but every evening at dusk he visited the bridge.

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