Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Renewal.

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 in January 2019.

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

The wind in my feathers, I rise

My sharp eyes see eternity

Making my way into grey skies.

Like my soul I fly free.

The land spreads beneath

From mountains to beach

Golden field and green leaf

As for my destiny I reach.

Tiny pink buds dance in the mist

The day will lengthen and warm

All will be bright and sun kissed

This is the promise of dawn.

#writephoto.

Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Glimpsed

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.

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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

Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto

This week’s prompt for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto ~ Worn

For visually challenged writers, the image shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.

Before Cissey died she stood in the ginnel looking up at doors. Nothing had changed. The steps they used to climb up and down to school, to work to home. Still there worn and full of stories. When babies the pram would be stood at the bottom of the steps and the door was left open so a watchful eye was kept.

As Children they’d perch on the steps and shell the peas and peel carrots and potatoes. Each would have a job. The house was small for a family of ten so often they spilled over on to the steps. Noisy, rowdy, quiet pensive, laughing crying all life flowed out of the two up two down housr on to the steps.

One by one they left the safety of the home, walked down the steps either with Dad or Mum or alone to set up a new life. Some went far some just to another street.

They always came back, for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, christenings, Christmas and funerals. Always at any event they spilled out on to the steps.

As time past the traffic on the steps become less yet somehow the indents looked accentuated deeper worn. Over the years the generations grew until there was no one left to truly know the significance of the worn steps. Who’s feet had left their mark on history.

Sell it the young ones said, not knowing the reasons for the worn steps. They painted the door, they painted the railings, they thought about repairing the steps but left them.

The for sale sign went up, people came to see the house. They saw the potential, they saw the new paint, the newly added kitchen and bathroom. They didn’t see the generations of family on the steps so many joys and dramas.

Nobody saw them but a special few felt them on the worn out steps. One couple saw them too and they bought the house and the steps.

Thursday photo prompt: Darkness #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bank of dark clouds rolling in across a sunny moor, casting its shadow on the hills of the horizon.


This week’s prompt ~ Darkness

And so the darkness fell with a crash and a clatter waking up early evening, who was feeling rather drawn out. “Where the hell have you been it’s nine fifteen and I need some rest” Eve Nin complained. Darkness huffed and puffed and looked at his watch, ” I’m not late it mid July and I am bang on time.” He replied. “Well” Eve laughed, “your right about the bang, you made enough noise arriving to wake the dead! ” Darkness and Eve both jumped as a voice from below them screeched, “He bloody did and we are not impressed, we set our alarm for October 1st, and it’s nowhere near that yet.”

Night put his Horlicks down and inquired what all the unholy row was about! Eve said it was nothing to do with her , her shift was finished and she off for a drink with Dawn . Darkness stepped forward akwardly. “It’s my fault, I tripped on the horizon, Eve had a low hold of the sun and it blinded me temporarily. As I fell I cut my knee on the course grass, I have very tender skin you know. The noise I made woke the dead! ” Night took a sip of his Horlicks and said almost kindly, “Would you like a cup”

Darkness sank down next to night and said, ” Yes please” As Eve and Dawn downed their third Sambuca and relaxed, Night and the Darkness sat quietly with their hot drinks and waited for the dead to go back to sleep.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge. #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Glisten. Part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.

Sofia stood on the shore and looked longingly at the silver pathway that the moon was casting on the water. A distant memory touched her mind of when she would of been able to walk that path.

From where she stood she could see the storm gathering momentum , she thought of Peter and his friends who were out there on the water. She had wondered why the son had sent them on ahead with a storm coming in.

Sofia smiled to herself, testing, testing why did he always test.. As she watched the moon glisten off of the sea she knew the answer. There he was walking on the water towards the fishing boat arms outstretched, probably that smile on his face.

As ever all she could do was watch, she saw Peter leave the boat and walk towards the son, doing well at first. Then the fear of drowning in the storm over powered him and he began to sink. Failed, thought Sofia sadly. Then she saw the son reach out and steady Peter and lift him back into the boat. Then the son entered the boat and miraculously the storm ceased.

Sofia felt a pang of jealousy why could he forgive this sinner for losing faith, he hardly knew him. Yet he had known her eons and she was cast out.

As the boat came in to shore, she watched them all joyously celebrating the cessation of the storm and their safe return. As they passed her he looked into her eyes. Sofia felt the pain, the deep pain that consumed her.

The men walked on and she fell to ground and wept, her back hurting where her wings had been.

She felt Gabriel and Michael walk past her, not even s glance in her direction, and out to sea. She watched long after the glisten had faded into dawn. Alone again Sofia trudged on.

Thursday photo prompt: Veiled #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Veiled

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.

Morning veiled by death

She picked up her baggage and

At last she’s at peace.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo . A Haiku for MIL.

Thursday photo prompt: Guardian #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Guardian

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a flower-strewn cliff-top above the sea, where a rocky outcrop, seemingly shaped into many forms and faces, looks out over the waves.

They had always been there or so everyone thought. Their faces weather beaten and sun dried over millennia. They guarded the shores, they kept us safe, even now when foolish people dismissed them as “just rock formations”. They stayed steadfast and watched over the seas and us.

No one ever really noticed that unlike most of the coast line these Guardian Rocks did not erode, they did not fall into the sea. Nor did they recede like those around them, no they grew in number. More faces joined them each time there was a threat. They had seen invasion people walking across long gone land, then came the sea then men in boats. They stood and watched, then came sturdier boats, then Balloons then planes, bombs, shells.

They watched and waited, they kept us safe, they grew in number each time these isles were threatened they silently grew in number. They watched as many made their way here hoping for a better life. They witenesed death, birth and anguish. They laughed, wept and when they could allowed some to climb them .

Now we face an invisible threat one we do not know the measure of. This time the threat is alien, yet of this world, deadly and stealthy.

The Guardians were joined by more of their kind but this time they did not feel strong, slowly they felt a weakness entering their soul.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Painted #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather oriental red bridge over a  pool covered with waterlilies and surrounded by trees.

This week’s prompt ~ Painted

In silence they stand and drink in the view

The sound of the waterfall, music to their ears

The lilly flowers a sight bright and new

They had seen nothing like this for years.

The beauty of nature, it sights and it’s smells

Had almost been forgotten lost for years.

A lifetime they’d been sheltering in their cells.

Hiding from death, while nature simply thrived

Without interference the planet found new life

The humans dwindled but some survived

The planet hoped they had their lessen learned.

Don’t take nature for granted her gifts are to be earned

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THIS IS PART OF SUE VINCENT’S #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Dance #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dance

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale sun piercing the mists above a green path through a golden field, leading into the centre of a circle of stones.

Join the dance of ages,

Of soothsayers and sages.

As history writes the pages

The stones meet the dawn with praises.

As the sun burns through the mist

Gia touches each stone to give grist

To life’s turns and twist

She warms each one sun kissed.

As night begins to fall

The stones begin to dance and call

This the magic and nature of them all

By day they stand by night they join the ball.

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This, ( I hope) joyous ode to Gia raises my soul. Part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

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Thursday photo prompt: Cascade #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a hidden waterfall, surrounded by high rocky banks and trees, cascading into a dark pool.

This week’s prompt ~ Cascade

Falling, tumbling rushing free

From maiden source to mother sea.

Meandering and glittering through

The vales. Adding sparkle to the view

Breaking dams and wearing stone

Filling pools by water’s power hewn.

Rumbling loudly as it arrives

Down the rocks it cascades and dives.

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