Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.

Span

He stood on the bridge and enviously watch as the water rushed and scrambled away. He had long since given up all hope of escape.

What if , he thought to himself, what if he had never found this accursed glen. Not ridden to the centre of the bridge, not halted his horse to to speak to the beautiful maid.

She had had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen and blackest hair, raven coloured. Oh! Her lips ruby red demanding to be kissed. She had offered him a drink from a golden Challis which he had been compelled to take.

Immediately he drank from the draft he knew all was not well. He started to feel dizzy and she helped him down from his horse. Smiling and whispering what delights she had in-store for him.

He fell into a deep sleep and had strange and wonderful dreams where she made unending love to him. When he awoke she was gone, he could not clear his head nor could he move.

He tried to move but he was rooted to the ground and his horse had turned to stone. Struggle as he may he was stuck fast as he looked down he could see he was changed. He was a tree he fought to move, he tried to shout but nothing happened. His trusty steed was frozen in stone, thankfully still sleeping.

For years he tried in vain to seek help but no one passed his way or came to his aid. He ranted , he raved to himself he cursed the day he ever set eyes on the woman . He tried as often as he could to escape but all for nought. Hundreds of years passed but still he remained.

All thoughts of escape were pointless now, he had done what had done and that which was done could not be undone. He was was here, turned into a tree, and his horse a rock by his side.

From a distance it was not easy to see him but close up or through binoculars you could make out that this tree looked like a man trying to escape, next to a stone horse with a long black tail.

No one ever visited the glen these days it was too far off the beaten track. It become over grown . If you expand the photo below you might see the Knight and his trusty horse. I wonder if we all wish him and his horse free we could save them.

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Just Jot It January: Compelled.

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 24th January the  prompt is  Compelled  and it  was suggested  by  me  willowdot21.

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COMPELLED

She  had  him utterly  and  totally  compelled

Within her hand his  beating heart she  held.

She only  needed  to  look in his  eyes  and he  knew  damn well

He  was  hers, utterly , totally  and  completely  compelled .

 

He abandoned all else , work ,friends, family  cast aside

She  stripped him bare, he had  nothing  left to hide.

He gave her his all, walked on  glass,laid down his life

He’d not leave her side begged her not cause him strife.

 

He was addicted,needy, lusting  for her, under her  spell

No good  for anything  else  he  was completely  compelled.

She  sucked him dry  and used him up.She dragged him  to hell

He was lost, hopelessly  compelled broken and lonely … under her spell.

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The Sorceress

The night was getting older and stars did brightly burn, all was silent you could hear the world turn.

Again she was at her potions and her books searching for the answers for which she yearned.

She had freshly gathered herbs and flower petals which she had gathered in the early morning dew.

Spells and ancient writings , a thousand books or more, she must find the answer because she’d promised to.

Looking deep into her crystal ball for  the answer she deeply scoured for

But answers all eluded her which vexed her so, it vexed her so much it truly made her head sore.

Each evening she burned the midnight oil determined to find an answer she neither ate nor drank

Health began to fail her and deeply her soul and spirit sank……………..

Her quest  did all but consume her as she searched for answers for you .

I put a spell on you .

Everyday you pass my door

Everyday the same as the one before.

You never, ever look my way

Never catch the words I say.

So as I cannot make you look my way

My patience is spent so here is what I have to say!

“By all the star dust in the universal  skies

May I soon be the apple of your eyes.

By all the bubbles in the sea

May you desert all others and have eyes alone for me!

By the every note the song Thrush  sings

May I be  the one who gives your emotions wings.

By everything that is good,beautiful and true

May you finally realize that I am the one for you!

I promise I shall from this day on look after you

There is nothing at all that you can do.

We shall always be together as happy lovers should be

Together, just us for eternity!

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The above poem was  inspired  by the Thursday Prompt at  http://becausewerepoets.wordpress.com/category/poetry-prompts/

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