Diana Peachselected the image for this week’s photo prompt. It’s an image from Pixabay.com, compliments of “Pretty sleepy.”
Colleen says, “Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Use your imagination. Open your third eye and see what’s behind the red door! Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check what form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors.”
I have chosen an Etheree , a single one as I believe time is a thief and we are it’s slaves so this is a tale of one half. Yet you can read it from top to bottom or bottom to top.
So philosopher of many colours We are your slaves, and so, bound to you. Yes master of theft you steal time. We stand outside the portal Imagining what lies Beyond the red doors A Universe? A planet? Nothing? Void?
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 writers, the image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand
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.
This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our August guest photo!
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected in the surface.
Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass.
Last week we saw Morgarna jump into the anomaly to return to the lab, after successfully dealing with Dr De’arth……
Except it wasn’t the lab! Morgarna had the distinct feeing she had wet herself. Looking down she found herself sitting in a large puddle in a forest, somewhere. This was so odd the backward journey always ended up in the lab. Something had gone wrong she thought to herself. This trip was going from the ridiculous to the totally mad. Just as Morgarna was struggling to get feet, her newly mended hip started hurting her. As she was muttering a soothing spell she hear the sound of approaching horses. The way the day was going Morgana decided it would be best to hide until she found out where and when she was.
From her vantage point in the branches of the oak Morgana could see, the soldiers below were those of the sheriff of Nottingham. Morgarna recognised the uniforms immediately…she realised she was in the back end of the twelfth century! Last time she’d been here she had upset said sherrif so she sat very still until the soldiers had gone. Climbing down from her perch she went back to the rather beautiful mirror like puddle and stepped into it, nothing happened, so she jumped in to it, fell into it…. Nothing happened. “Damn and blast it” hissed Morgana “it’s a bloody Portal and now it’s closed.”
Now , hungry, tired, soaking wet and aching Morgana was hissing expletives and raining curses down on Merlin’s head. Suddenly she heard a laugh , she spun round quickly loosing her balance and ending up on her bum in the puddle/ Portal again.
“Robin of Loxley, as I live and breathe, you made me jump” Morgarna’s eyes lit up with pleasure as she looked at the young man dressed in green and his companion, dressed in autumn gold. “My lady Morgana here you are again and as always you appear from nowhere!” Smiling Robin held out his hand to her. “Beautiful as you are you look a tad disshevelled and wet! ” Robin ducked quickly as Morgarna kicked out at him pouting . “Steady on” said Robin’s companion, Gamble Gold. “Let us help you back to our camp and there we can sort you out.” “I’ll sort you out” said Morgana lighting a cigarette. Gamble Gold stated at her, he’d never seen a cigarette before. Robin tutted, “Really my lady those things can’t be good for you” After a while Morgana allowed Robin to carry her, she was utterly knackered.
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