#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.

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

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

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

Moonlight Child.

Silver moonlight child
Hidden in the forest wild
Fairies see, and smile.
Caught in your reflection mild
Pray for us please moonlight child.

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

Blue Bell

Blue Bell

Bell was  a deeply  troubled  child

No one  could train  her  she  was  wild.

Her days  spent foraging  in the wood

The  nights  she  spent  doing  no  good.

 

None  could ever of  fathomed  the limitlessness of her  soul.

The  sun  ruled  her  heart  and  the moon captivated  her  soul.

She  did not  age  only  her  beauty grew

Each month  with  the moon  she was born a new.

 

Many tried  to  own her  to tame  and  tie  her down.

All failed,  they perished  , disappeared  or  grew old in the attempt.

Yet Bell thrived on the  chase  and  trials  as  though  meant

To confuse  all and  fly in the face  of law  and  crown.

 

Those  who  knew her  then  have  long  since  perished

Gone  are  those  she  might of  cherished

She  alone wanders  far  and  wide spreading  her magic

But  for  the  fact  she  never  loved anyone  it  truly  would be tragic .

So in the  early morning mist  when all the  world  feels  new

Look around  and  you  will see  Bell on her carpet  of  blue.

 

Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher

Part of Kat Myrman of Like Murcury CollidingTwittering Tales. Rules and Pingback Here.

Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher

dreamcatcher-1030769_1280

Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay

I won’t have it in our room. There’s no place for superstition in this house she yelled throwing it out of the window. Her mood was intensified by her lack of sleep due to the nightmares. He retrieved the dreamcatcher and hung it in the loft above her bed. The nightmares stopped
(280 Characters)

Song Lyric Sunday:Magic

This week’s prompt from Helen Vahdati is Magic. 

Rules and Pingback Here

Let the magic begin.

As a child I loved reading and being read fairy tales. Now fairy tales are not really for children, they are often very scary BUT they are full of magic. I love magic.

Now C S Lewis was a wonderful storyteller and believe it or not he was a friend and drinking partner to J R R Tolkien. They both wrote wonderful stories, stories of my childhood.

This song l have chosen this week is Wunderkind by Alanis Morissette from the Chronicles of Narnia. The song , the book and the film are so full of magic that they fill me with magic. 

Lyrics by AZ lyrics

“Wunderkind”

Oh perilous place walk backwards toward you 
Blink disbelieving eyes chilled to the bone 
Most visibly brave no aprehended gloom 
First to take this foot to virgin snow 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
And I lift the envelope pushed far enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to serve, destined to roam 

Oh ominous place spellbound and unchild-proofed 
My least favorite chill to bare alone 
Compatriots in place they’d cringe if I told you 
Our best back-pocket secret our bond full-blown 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a pioneer naive enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to seek, destined to know 

Most beautiful place reborn and blown off roof 
My view about-face whether great will be done 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a ground-breaker naive enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a Joan of Arc and smart enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #114 Magic&Stars

​This is part of

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #114 Magic&Stars

Rules and Pingback here

Night is a mystery

Tiny stars twinkle so bright

Setting magic free.

Image

She raises her sword

Welding it above her head

Stars and magic bred.

Image

What magic you see

Stars in the sky at midnight

Please twinkle for me.

Image

Image

Previous Older Entries

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Mina's Articles

Writing about all articles that might represent our life such, Lifestyle, Employment, Education and Investment

A Prolific Potpourri...

The Artistic Endeavors and Musings of Matt Snyder

France & Vincent

Writing Magic, Myth and Mystery

Sun in Gemini

SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends

But I Smile Anyway...

Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman

New2Writing

KL CALEY

Hot Dogs and Marmalade

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).

Two on a Rant

Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Shelley Wilson Author

Multi-Genre Author of YA Fantasy and Non-Fiction Self-Help

Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun blogging with friends

Caramel

Learner at Love

Chel Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End

USUAL MUTTWITS

DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

About the Jez of It

Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

"LIFE" ( You like it, I love it! )

"LOVE"-Keeping it real, and keeping it simple!

Our Eyes Open

Come along on an adventure with us!

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

As Always, More to Come

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

Colline's Blog

a potpourri of thoughts and experiences

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

lynz real cooking

lynz real life

Darswords

Musings about Havenverse

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

Real Life - Hard Facts !

All in a Day's Breath

Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality