Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto. Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a sheer drop from old stone… a bridge, perhaps, or the battlements of a castle… there is no way to tell… Below is deep, dark water, swirling, fringed by autumnal trees…
This week’s prompt ~ Deeper
Looking down at the drop and the dark waters below, Ben wondered could he make it. There was no other route out, no escape. Listening for the sound of his persuers he wished he’d never left home. But he had, and the dye was cast, below him swirled his Rubicon. He heard the dogs first and then the shouts as the first stone hit him he closed his eyes and jumped.
Take that leap faith Into the dark blue yonder. Let your soul take flight. The waters may be deeper Let fear not be your keeper.
It’s Thursday and time for Sue Vincent’s #writepho, which I have to say, I am delighted to see back again this week.
It has been suggested that Sue use the ‘Mister Linky’ widget rather than having to create a full round-up list every week… which is a good thing as her treatments and hospital appointments tend to be on Thursdays…
Sue asks as an experiment, would we mind clicking the green Mr Linky logo on her page, by entering our name and link to our post then clicking the box to accept the privacy policy, then press enter… we can save her a lot of work.
When you click, it should look like this screenshot, but empty and ready for you to fill in:
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For visually challenged writers, theimage shows the black silhouette of a crow perched atop a blackened and dead-looking tree. In the background the sky is blue and the trees are decked in the full green leaf of summer…
This week’s prompt ~ Appointed.
“Hey Crow what are you doing up there?” asked the small dog with the wagging tail. The crow, though , startled did not move at once. Taking a deep breath he pretended to look off into the distance.
“What are you doing up there, and why is that tree all black and dead like winter looking”. ….. “Go away hissed the crow” trying to retain a semblance of nonshalance. But the small dog would not go away, and the small dog would not be quiet, she was an inquisitive dog.
Crow looked to the horizon taking in the blue sky and fluffy clouds and sighed… All this is wrong he thought, the tree was the only thing that was right…..black and dead. The rest of the surroundings were to bright and that awful word …pretty.
The small dog kept asking questions in a loud bark! Crow just ignored her and wondered why she would not go. The worrying thing was he was on a completely different plane of existence to this small dog and they should not see eachother at all.
Suddenly a woman arrived over the brow of the hill, “Hey Girly” she called “what are you barking about.” After catching her breath she continued. “Ah! I see it’s a crow, hello Mr Crow how are you today”
“Bloody confused ” muttered the crow. The woman laughed, “A confused corvid sitting in a dead tree, well done Girly you’ve found it” “Found what?” asked the small dog.
The woman smiled and hugged the small dog. “The title of my next book, The well appointed crow” she smiled.
The crow clicked his beak and said “but you can’t see me I am not in your time”
Even better said the woman “The well appointed crow who wasn’t there!” She laughed again and the small dog barked. The crow said no more.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a pathway through the bracken of the moors towards a distant horizon crowned by a hill. The path is flanked by a huge rock…
This week’s prompt ~ Guarded
After a life’s struggle The confusion and muddle Led me to this place. The years have left their trace.
My way is now barred The guardian old and scarred. He’s been there years His stone face carved by tears
Not surpprised to see me He smiles, at last I am free. Towards the distant hills Shedding all my ills.
I have had three attempts at this post, I finally thought okay then I see I have used Guardian instead of Guarded.. Sorry I have go with this my brain hurts.
For Five years now Sue Vincent has done her #writephoto challenge on a Thursday. Recently Sue has been seriously ill, still is but Sue being Sue has bowed to requests to reinstate this very popular challenge. Some of us old guard have been re-posting some of our old posts.
So now, this week Sue has reinstated the challenge. New Rules and pingback here. All we can do and give it a go and if it is too much work for Sue we can always repost old ones.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.
Transitions are special, be it dawn or dusk things change, it’s true in many senses. They can also herlad a return.
Light And dark Shades of grey What promises Does tomorrow hold At the break of the day. There will be a renewal And on the threshold of the night. There will be a gentle peace to guide Our next return on soft butterfly wings.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey
Angel
See the reflection in the Christmas ball
Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?
The presents around the tree are they really what you see?
Is everyone as happy as they appear,
All relaxed and full of good cheer.
Did the food all get to the table without a hitch
Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.
Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?
Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.
Do you really need another drink?
No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.
At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.
The drunk can still beat his wife
A child can be robbed of their happy life.
Nothing changes nothing ends,
Peace and quiet does not descend.
The poor are still poor and hungry
The irritable are still brutally angry.
The angel watches she see it all.
She see the pain, watches tears fall.
Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.
Just because it’s Christmas Day.
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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.
Small choices.
Not long he’d said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldn’t say. Months, weeks or days…he didn’t mention years.
I really don’t know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.
I don’t feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, it’s warm and safe.
God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I should wake up again.
It’s funny I am not in any pain… I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.
Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful, are you on your own?
No it’s okay she’s no bother I love dogs. No I don’t live here …
Pardon? Me, yes I would love a coffee, thank you. There’s a café over there that welcomes dogs……
This week’s prompt ~ for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Clouded. Written Earlier this year.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.
The hills rolled on forever, dark foreboding. Clouds rolling in from the west carring rain or worse snow, she could smell it. The whole of the land was shrouded in fear. It had been days since she had seen another living being of her kind and she could not dismiss the feeling that she alone.
There was no way out she had tried. The hills became too steep, the river too fast and the boarder along the eastside too heavily guarded by humans. There was no escape while she was in this wounded condition. Eventually she would run out of places to hide and they would find her.
Slowly she turned and padded back to the cave, she would have her pups in a few weeks and by the time they were grown and strong enough she would be able to lead them out of this place . Her strength would have returned and her wounds healed.
For now this was her prison and her sanctuary , she was safe for now how ever clouded her future .
Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto.So here is one I wrote back in August 2016.
The priory on the Rim of Io
The priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!
Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.
She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. At night she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.
Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away.
She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.
Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.
And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.
Sadly the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.
What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom.All because she could not resist looking out the window.
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Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.
Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge
and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like.
We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.
Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. At #writephoto
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