K. L. Caley #WRITEPHOTO – Den and Door.

Hi everyone Morgarna and Merlin went AWOL last week but to make up for that they have given me a twofaone episode!

This is part of K.L.Caleys #writephoto.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a sign in the foreground with the words ‘Den Building’ on it. In the background is a den made of leaves and branches.

Den – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna wrapped her cloak tightly around her body to protect herself against the evening chill. Stopping she lit a cigarette while she collected her thoughts.
Looking through the bushes she could see what looked like a child’s den. Carefully and as quietly she could she approached the den. She was still acutely aware that she was not alone.
Suddenly she felt someone or something touch her cloak. Spinning round she came face to face with a young lad of about fifteen.
“What are you doing creeping around my home” he asked in a refined accent that really belied his attire “
“Well ” Morgarna replied “I actually have business with your parents young man, are they at home ?”
The young man shrugged his shoulders “if you mean are they in the den then yes they are.”
Putting out her cigarette and offering the lad her hand she Introduced herself as Morgarna Le Fey.”
After shaking hands they both entered the den.


Morgarna was pleasantly surprised by the interior of the den, it was surprisingly cosy. With a couple of chairs a table and some bedding to one side.
There were three other children one a babe in arms held tightly by a nervous looking woman who was obviously not used to living like this! Her husband too was regarding Morgarna with caution.
“Mr and Mrs Devereau how are you l am Morgarna and I am here to help you.” Finishing with a smile that she hoped would put everyone at ease.
“Please madam, come in and take a seat. Though how you can help us I fail to see.” replied Mr Devereau with a frown. Turning to the young lad he said, “William, fetch us some water and let’s have some tea.’
William, turned on his heels and picking up a bucket left the den.


Morgarna open her bag and got her notes out. ” I see , Mr and Mrs Devereau that you have been thrown out of your home by uncle Percival who has taken command of your money and all your buisness affairs and thrown you both out penniless. This cannot be allowed to happen as one of your children, and I cannot say who, has an important part to play in history. ” Raising a hand to silence Mr and Mrs Devereau, she continued. ” So I need to know as much as I can about your house and your current situation then I can set about righting recent events.


The next morning Morgarna and William approached Oldstoke House. “Well this is a very impressive house ” Morgarna said as they approached the the rear entrance through the kitchen gardens.
Just as they reached the servants entrance Morgana noticed the ice house just off to the left. It was a round building, large and made of hewn stone, giving the appearance of a castle turret.

Door – Image by KL Caley. For visually challenged writersthe image shows a grey wooden traditional door set amongst some stone walls.

Catching William by the arm she asked him, “Wills, can I call you Wills?” William nodded and smiled. “Is there, by any chance a tunnel from the ice house to the Main House.”
William, smiled and nodded , “Father always said there was apparently it’s been there since the days of the Round Heads and Chaviliers civil war! and it’s connected to a priest hole in the Library. The thing is Morgarna I don’t know where the entrance to the tunnel is in there ” William’s face crumpled with concern.
“Don’t you worry about that Wills I will be able to find it, no worries and as for the house I have the plans of that on my mobile….I mean in my instructions” She said smiling at William then as if she had a sudden thought she added. “Do you know where the key to the ice house is Wills?”
Smiling broadly William nodded , “Yes I do, there is a spare on top of the door lintel , cook is always leaving hers hanging up in the kitchen!”
Excellent thought Morgarna, “Now you get back to your parents Wills, I can manage from here! We will soon have things back how they should be!

As William headed back to the woods and the den, Morgarna lit a cigarette and had a couple of sluggs of Bacardi and coke from her flask. I think I will just have a few minutes in the sun before I begin the task in hand.


Cigarette finished Morgana reached her arm up to the top of the lintel and found the key. She opened the door replaced the key and went in.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 404 EYES and Sand .

Windows of the soul
Show what truly lies within
Grains from life’s timer

Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE

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One-Liner Wednesday/JusJoJan the 13th, 2021 – Snow Carolers

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Firstly let’s go with One Liner Wednesday, and an entry for the Alternative Dictionary. Snow Carolers. A group of people who enjoy rolling USVs around in the snow.

No on to Jusjojan. Again the prompt bis Snow Carolers , this time with a photo prompt from Linda.

Photo: A group of six snowmen of different sizes. Two have evergreen branches for hair; one has a moustache of tinsel and arms, and seems to be conducting music; one is kind of hidden and kind of plain by the looks of it; and the two smallest look like a boy and a girl with hats and scarves. They’re standing on the side lawn of a house.

© Linda G Hill.

Every year, every year without out fail, when they opened the curtains on the morning of December the 17th, they were greeted by the Snow Carolers.

Everyone commented on them, the six snow people set out as if singing Christmas Carols. Three adults, a teenager and two children, all wrapped up and singing.

It was a total mystery no one had ever seen anyone build them. Everyone in the Ducart household had sat up on the night of the 16th December to catch the culprits. Even the neighbours had taken turns to see if the master snow sculpturers could be revealed. Indeed the entire neighbourhood had got involved at one time or another but it was still a mystery. Last year they had even set up a security camera. That too had failed to bring forth any answers. There had been a power outage between 4am and 6am and when the footage was watched, at 3.59am there was nothing but snow on the front lawn, by 6.02am the six Snow Carolers were out there and ready to perform!

Well it had been 15years since the Snow Carolers had first appeared. At the usual New Year’s dinks celebration Paul and Jenny Ducart announced that they were no longer going to try and solve the mystery of Snow Carolers. The whole family infact the whole neighbourhood loved them, so why not just enjoy them. Everyone agreed.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Jusjojan.

#writephoto Photo Prompt :Unlit Beacon

Sue Vincent has been setting us Thursday photo prompt your years now. Sue encourages us to use the image in her fabulous photos. This is a prompt from 2016 The photo prompt is of an unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark,

Sue is fighting her own battle against cancer at the moment she needs all our love support and healing vibes, as does Mary Smith , Bee Halton. Also Ellen Best and Abigail Johnson and many more I don’t know of. I am sending love to all whether I know you or not consider yourself hugged.

Unlit Beacon

No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.

It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.

There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.

Even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care, am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.

So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer. 

Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I  remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.

They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the passage of time. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .

I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I  was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.

At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military  base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out about the beacons, I  am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn. 

Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…

6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watch capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply. 

Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.

Three Things Challenge #363

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish. Pingback here

Your three things today are:

SLIPPER
TORCH
BRACKET

Corina sat in her office, sipping a hot strong black coffee. Turning it over in her head there were things there that were screaming for her attention but it was like she needed someone to turn on a torch.
The door opened and Tim stuck his head in and said “I have got everyone organised for 1pm Marm we should have some photos back by then so we can start a board.” Corina nodded as she stood up and removed her jacket and hung it on the bracket on the wall.
Tim went to leave but stopped and turned back “have you eaten Marm can I get you anything I’m getting a bacon roll” Corina thought for a moment, poured another cup of coffee and offered Tim one. “Yes a sausage sandwich with brown sauce, here I’ll pay, and for yours too. Coffee now or when you get back with the sandwiches.?”
On his way to the canteen Tim smiled to himself, she’s paying he thought. That’s not like her, must be feeling guilty about the lights!
As they sat eating the sandwiches and drinking Corina’s special blend of Columbian she asked “have Karen or Sasha had any luck with the old records?” Tim was just about to answer when the phone rang.
It was forensics, when the body had been moved they had found a blood stained slipper underneath it.

This is part of pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge.

You can also read the previous part of this story here.

Twittering Tales #160 – 29 October 2019

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Image From Pixabay

“Come on, we’re late! Cutting across the cemetery will save twenty minutes. I know it’s almost dark but I am more afraid of Mum than the dead.” James said jumping over the wall. “No” shouted Paul. James was home in 15 mins. Paul however was never seen again.
(278 Characters)

Twittering Tales #154 – 17 September 2019 – Photo Prompt

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The Find.

“It looks great in the hall.”
“Where’d you find it?”
“The attic.”
“I’m not sure it looks a tad worn.”
“Nothing a good polish won’t fix.”
“Umm, really?”
“Look a rub here, a rub there and it will shine like new!”
“Let’s get some coffee.”
As Will and Ed walked off the knocking started.
(275 Characters)

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This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Lord of the Deep. Saturday Morning.

After breakfast we met in the the temple to first to discuss and then to perform Ritual Drama Two. A second self.

“Aruru moistened her hands
She pinched off clay
She kneaded it…
She shaped her idea into it
Then she threw it into the wilderness…”

Does that remind you of anything, it does me. Yes it truly reminds me of how “God” made Adam. ..

Steve read the above verse to us before we entered the temple. It was only the second time I had entered the temple as Limma but somehow I didn’t need the script I was guided in. First in line with Fate Ia to my left with the other four fates behind us, we followed Gilgamesh in, bowing to the temple guardian on entering. We walk towards the throne bow, to the king of Urk and the East and peel off to our spheres.

We are seated Anu and Aruru carry out the Cencing of the temple. The Guardian seals the temple.

As Anu and Aruru sit Enkidu stands and faced East. I as Limma rise also to face the East. I hold the mask of the voice destiny infront of me. I introduce Enkidu. I explained who he is and what he is. I tell how he is one with the animals of the wilderness.

One day he is seen by a trapper who is terrified by what he sees. He runs off to the great city to tell the king of this man beast.

To the music of the planet moon.

I with the other fates move around the Hexaflow we pass the mask of the voice of destiny to eachother and exchange spheres.

Fate Min takes up the story of the trapper who saw Enkidu at the watering – hole.

She tells how the trapper is in fear of Gilgamesh and how Gilgamesh enjoys the poor man’s fear. Almost ridiculing him, then finally threatening him that there will be consequences if he is not telling the truth.

Gilgamesh (seated on throne, is deep in thought, recalling his dream and the prophecy of his mother. He says, ( quietly…)My twin, eh? Uncivilised, is it?(Then decisively…) Very well, let us see what civilising influence can be brought to bear upon him. Go to the temple of Ishtar. Instruct the Priestess Shamhat, by my command, to accompany you. Take her into the wilderness. When the wild-man approaches the watering-hole let her employ all the arts of love to seduce him. When he succumbs, the animals will leave him forever. He will no longer be a part of the herd. Go now and do as you have been instructed.Gilgamesh stands and points towards the West over the Trapper’s head.

And so the trapper leaves to do as he was bid.

To the music of Mars

I and the other fates move around the Hexaflow exchanging places and the mask of the voice of destiny.

Fate Issu takes up the tale. She tells us how the Trapper has arrived at the temple and goes straight to speak with the high priestess Shamhat.

The trapper tells Shamhat about the wild-man and Gilgamesh’s demands.

The priestesses is not best pleased, saying that the king has no right to command her ..no one but her Divine Council may do that.

The trapper points out he is only the messenger.

Shamhat consults with the Devine Council. Anu informs her she must do the king’s bidding.

To the music of the planet Mercury. I join the other Fates and we walk the Hexaflow exchanging places and the mask of the voice of destiny.

Fate Ia (faces the East, holds the Voice of Destiny mask before her face and she tells us.
Then Shamhat called upon the Divine Council. She summoned the Priesthood of the Seven to aid her in what must be done.
The Divine Council come forward from the East, with their veils plainly visible, draped at the waist from their cordeliers. They stand in an arc before and around Shamhat, with right to left,
Nanna, Gugalanna, Enki, Enlil, Inanna, Ninurta, and Utu.
Shamhat rises to stand before them and bows her head.
During the following interchanges Ninsun acts as an intermediary between the Divine Council
and Shamhat. Ninsun walks around the back of the arc of the Divine Council from the left, to stand in front of each of them in turn.Priestess of Nanna opens the vesica around Ninsun, and ‘passes’ the white veil…Ninsun
My service is to he who sends the dreams of Men to sail the moonlit night. He gives you greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
You must follow the Trapper into the wilderness in search of Enkidu. On the first
night, give him this gift. (Takes white veil)
Drawn from the very substance of the lunar seas, this veil will give Enkidu the vision
of the tides of life. He will see how they ebb and flow, ever seeking a point of rest,

Ninsun
My service is to he who guides the hand of Man to strike or withhold. He gives you
greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
Of his substance, my god offers this gift. On the second night, you must give it to
Enkidu. (Takes red veil)
In war and in peace, Man must know when to act and when to be still. No more
must the wild man react from instinct; this veil will bring him the gift of discrimination, the freedom to choose his own path.
Priestess of Gugalanna closes the vesica around Ninsun…
Ninsun Steps forward to attach veil to Shamhat’s cloak. Bows and moves to the next position
along the arc of the Divine Council, in front of Enki.
Priestess of Enki opens the vesica around Ninsun, and ‘passes’ the grey veil…
Ninsun
My service is to he who bears the Word twixt the earth and the heavens. He gives
you greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
The Word of the gods is echoed in the speech of Man. On the third night, you must give this gift to Enkidu.

So Ninsun, brings greetings and instructions for Shamhat from each of the Devine Council.

The devine Council through Ninsun has given Shamhat a different coloured veils to give to Enkidu.

So Shamhat takes her cloak and the veils and leaves with the trapper to find the wild man.

It takes them three days to reach the watering-hole, then they have to wait for two days more until the wild man arrives .

The trapper tells Shamhat to catch the wild man’s eye and he will succumb to her charms.

The two hold eachother’s gaze.

The to music of Jupiter I join the fates as before.

Then we all speak in turn.

Fate Imin (turns to face the east) and says
For six days… and seven nights… the dance was joined.

Fate Ia
The glories above were un-named…

Fate Limma
The word for that world beneath, unuttered…

Fate Ash
Source and time, unfettered, merged…

Fate Ussu
From the mingling waves-of-water came mud and slime…

Fate Min
Enshar and Kishar, twin global halves, shone out of them.

Shamhat dances the dance of seven veils, Fate Ia explains what each coloured veil represents.

Enkidu falls deeper under Shamhat’s spell.

Again I join the other fates to walk the Hexaflow.

After a while Shamhat and Enkidu sleep.

The Divine Council in the East, led by Anu and Ninsun, perform the Communion,serving Gilgamesh first.
After finally serving themselves Anu and Ninsun take the Platter and Chalice to Sphere 9/0.
The Divine Council and other characters in the East are seated simultaneously.
All the Fates rise from their seats to stand, simultaneously
Anu sounds Chime… and Enkidu and Shamhat ‘awake’ and turn to face each other…
Enkidu (who can now speak)
A strange vision have I beheld whilst we slept.
Shamhat (laughing)
A dream, my love?
Enkidu (leaps to his feet and begins to pace the Enneagram space)
A dream, it was, of High and Noble Forms moving in well-ordered sequence, and
sharing… a meal?
Shamhat (rising to her feet also and moving towards the Sphere 9/0)
It is a final act of civilisation, my love. How we share the means and manner of our
existence here, together.
I shall show you.
Shamhat adds her blessing to the bread and wine and passes the platter to Enkidu.
Together Shamhat and Enkidu share the host with, the Guardian, the Fates and all
remaining characters who have not yet received it.
Finally, they serve themselves. They return the Platter and Chalice to the table in the East and are seated .

To the music of the Sun I with the other fates move around the Hexaflow we pass the mask of the voice of destiny to eachother and exchange spheres. When we are finished I am left standing facing East and holding the mask of the voice of destiny.

I tell of how Shamhat and Enkidu stayed out in the wilderness for days. Enkidu was puzzled when he could no longer join the animals, they ran from him and his speed was gone.

Shamhat explains that now he has united with a woman he is no longer a beast he is now a man. God like.

Shamhat decides that they will go and live with the shepherds outside Wall -Girt Uruk. Before they enter there. So they do.

Then one day Enkidu meets the trapper all dressed in his finest clothes. Curious, Enkidu asks him why is he dressed so. The trapper explains he is on his way to a wedding to celebrate.

He tells Enkidu that after the priest has blessed the couple, and the guests have rejoice it is the custom that the groom stands aside because Gilgamesh is first to mate with every new bride. This the trapper adds is what the Gods have decreed.

This angers Enkidu his own first taste of love fresh in his mind. He vows to stop Gilgamesh. He sets off for the city.

I then put down the mask of the voice of destiny and walk to the centre of the Enneagram and read from a scroll I was given earlier.

Listen, I will tell you a mystery…
A secret of the Gods…
King of Shuruppak, quickly, quickly You must tear down your house and build a
great vessel…
Leave your possessions, save your life.
The vessel must be round so that its length equals its width.
Build a roof over it just as the Great Deep is covered by the earth.
I understood the words of Ea. My Lord, I will obey your command as you have
spoken it.
But what shall I say when the people ask why I am building such a vessel.
“Tell them that you can no longer live in their city, that it is your fate to go down
into the Great Deep, tell them that an abundance of rain is coming…”

(And all the time back in Huxlow 2019 the rain is pouring, unknown to us )

When I have finished I return to my sphere, meanwhile the Temple Guardian unsealesq the temple.

Following my lead all the fates turn to the East then I lead them out, bowing to the Guardian as we leave. Then everyone else leaves.

***********

Well, there I was in the hallway with all the others, again Sue Stuart and Steve were telling us all how well we had done.

I could not grasp the time shift we had all made. Time and space laws defied.

Apparently it was time for a break, we were to meet in the library in fifteen minutes for a talk from Jan Malique entitled The offspring of silence.

You can read my thoughts on that here. Who wants to live forever.

Then Lunch… Goodness was it still the morning on the first full day of The Silent Eye Workshop, surely I had been in the wilderness outside Uruk for weeks?

I am confused. I have tried to give you a taste of the story and how we lived it. I have used different music to show that the story is timeless. The music in the temple was so beautiful too. Thank you to everyone involved.

September Music 14

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of Music is Kashmir, originally performed by Led Zeppelin, but performed here by Bond in classical mode.

My interpretation.

I am all seeing, ageless and knowing.

I see the myriad stars and rivers flowing.

Spice travels along my winding roads

Beasts of burden bow beneath their loads.

I am the mountain peaks covered in snow

The valleys green and lush below.

I am master of all I survey

Even nature, I bend to my way.

I am all seeing, ageless and knowing.

I see the myriad stars and rivers flowing.

Master of time and space,

I am everything, beauty and full of grace.

And just for good measure the glorious original.

Thursday Doors: Being silly!

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 American eastern time), by using the blue link-up on Norman’s page here

I was in town today and I spotted this shop door it piqued  my interest and a ditty took form that demanded to be written!

             Note on the door.

Thursday Doors what can I say

I have arrived and you’ve gone away.

What has made​ you disappear

To have you gone and have me here.

So I went on upon my way

Pondering where you went today.

I have not had much chance of late to find some interesting doors so here are a few not so exciting doors.

Now I wander what is behind these green doors ? I saw them last week at Greys Court last week when we went to see the the Blue Bells.

My oven, door, microwave door and slimline cupboard door …three for one photo in my kitchen. 😊

Finally a door with a fantastic view from our holiday in Florida back in March….. Miss it! 

Okay I have been silly enough so I promise to do better next week!! 

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