Thursday photo prompt: Crescent #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of a tree against a cloudy sky. The horizon is lit by the gold of dawn, while a crescent moon hangs above the tree.

This week’s prompt ~ Crescent a Nonet

Above the field bathed in silver moon light.
Waiting to launch into the night .
She yearns so for company
Hearing the pounding hearts
Below her lust starts.
Pumping red, warm
Her fangs bared
Crescent
Moon

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

 

Thursday photo prompt: Fantasy #writephoto

To day it’s time for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green landscape of rolling hills and an island in a bay. In the foreground, pastel-painted buildings and a tall clock tower are surrounded by summer trees.

This week’s prompt ~ Fantasy

Vlad was as usual showing off, knowing that all the staff would be on the look out for his arrival he decided to give them a show. Circling the castle twice getting lowered each time Vlad  went into a fast dive pulling up at the last minute and soaring up into a barrel roll spiralling back and forth across the courtyard he was indeed putting on an impressive show.

Unfortunately as he started to perform a Triple Sulko, the formidable figure of the Grandmother with the Invisible cape appeared at one of the windows and loudly commanded Vlad to “Cease thid Tom Foolery’.

Vlad was so shocked that he lost concentration and White Ted who luckily for him fell onto a soft mattress that had for whatever reason had been thrown out into the courtyard. Stunned and shocked Vlad misjudged the height of one of the castle ramparts and smashed into the stone wall with some force. As he lay on the stone floor of the courtyard watching little stars dance around his head Vlad could hear the harsh voice of the Grandmother with the Invisible Cape Saying. “Boris, will you kindly go and collect the creature that landed on the mattress and while you are out there scrape up young master Vladimir and bring him to me in the great hall!”

The Great hall was just that, a huge long room with a stone floor and high stone walls decorated with richly coloured tapestries and painting of Vlads’ ancestors, along the left side there was the most impressive display of medieval weaponry that you could ever expect to see! The centre of the room was taken up with the longest table you had ever seen it could sit thirty people or more, though it was not set for a meal it did have several large candle sticks and silver and gold bowls dotted about on it. The hall was dominated by a huge fire place above which was Vlad’s family coat of arms, the fire was alight and warming the top end of the hall. Next to the fireplace was a huge black chair upholstered in red and edged in gold, and sitting in this chair, dressed in black was the Grandmother with the Invisible Cape. She was sitting facing down the long hall and had a perfect view of the huge wooden, double doors at the entrance to the hall tapping her toes and fingers, and she was not a patient Bat….

White Ted, meanwhile, had had a soft landing and had been pleased to meet Boris who had gently scooped him up in his massive hand and carried him into the warmth of the castle kitchen. He had set him down on the kitchen table and then left him to take in his surroundings while he went out again to fetch, as he had put it ‘the Master’ as he went out into the courtyard he looked back over his shoulder and said to White Ted “Help yourself to the food and drink, my wife has prepared it especially for you.” And then he was gone. Left alone white Ted looked around him and could hardly believe what he saw, everything was so large, he was used to human large but this was different, this was huge! The room itself seemed endless and the ceiling as high as the mountains outside. Luckily though it was much warmer in here than it was outside and there was no snow falling that had to be a plus.

Moving along the table, which was long and broad White Ted was shocked at how far he was from the floor and decided that it would be prudent to keep away from the edge. Venturing further up the table, which was set with all manner of cooking utensils and food and bowls all bigger and richer than he had ever seen in his life White Ted eventually found a plate of food and a steaming hot drink set out on china that was just the right size for him. He was starving all that flying had given him an appetite, though in truth it was not really that long since he and Vlad had stopped for a snack on route. He was not one to waste food so he picked up the silver knife and fork laid out for him and began to eat. He had not had many mouthfuls when he noticed a large face smiling at him. This was Olga, the wife of Boris, she was also larger than anyone White Ted had seen before but he was not afraid of her, he could tell instinctively that this was a kind and gentle being. “Hello little teddy, what is your name?” she asked her face lit up by her smile. “You seem very hungry, would you like some more food?” she enquired, “No thank you.” replied White Ted, he was nothing if not polite. “The food was absolutely delicious, thank you. My name is White Ted.” He then took a step backwards and in true bearmanly form, with a flourish of his cape he bowed a deep bow to Olga. As he straightened up he asked. “And may I have the privilege of knowing your name Madame?” “Of course you may it is Olga and I am the wife of Boris who bought you in here.” With this she held out a finger to White Ted which he took and shook, which was no mean feat when the finger in question is the biggest he had ever seen. “I see that you have accompanied the young master and from the state of you I can see it has been an eventful time for you.” Olga said, straightening White Ted’s cape. “Yes it was rather” replied White Ted. “I have not travelled so far or so fast before and I can tell you though it was very exciting I hope the return journey is a little less rushed!”

Olga smiled at the little white bear and felt touched by the innocence in his eyes. “yes she said let’s hope it is” as she turned away for a second she added under her breath, “If return you do.” Then taking a deep breath she cleared her throat and was just about to add something when she was stopped before she could speak by the huge kitchen door swinging open with a resounding bang! White Ted and Olga swung round to see what had caused the commotion.

What a sight met their eyes, Boris was covered with snow and soaking wet, his coat and boots were covered with mud and his scarf, which was usually wound around his neck in three neat pleats was hanging down by his knees giving him an overall bedraggled look!!! “Oh my, what happened to you?” Asked a shocked Olga. “Hum” replied the miserable looking Boris. To White Ted’s surprise he noticed that Boris was actually smiling; despite his bedraggled appearance he looked happy?? Olga smiled a knowing smile and asked “Did you find the Master?” “Yes I did and here he is!!!!”

This is part of my story Vlad and the summons .

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 188, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO Colleen Chesebro’s TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fourth week of July! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Sue Vincent selected the theme this week with a quote prompt: I have written a double Etheree this week.

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

The wisdom of Ents.

You
Told me
Your secrets
Reached out, touched me
Spoke inside my head
Showed me life eons past
All the changes you have seen
The sum of your knowledge is vast.
You’re not tied by religion or cast.
Un-dispoiled by rank or fortune you stand.
Your knowledge once tapped can not be unseen.
You picked me from the group, gently spoke.
I heard you and carry your words.
To this day I still hear you
Still see what you showed me.
The vision is true
Sheltered by you.
Life giving
You are
Ent.

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#Writephoto: Vista.

This week’s prompt ~ Vista

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a wide, summer landscape, seen from a narrow path near the top of a hill that looks out across a valley.

Sofia stood at the top of the hill surveying the vista. Her heart missed a beat. It had been Milenia since she had been able to see such beauty, unspoiled unsullied. No rubbish, no noise, no trace of the parasites.

Casting her eyes around she felt the warmth of the sun on her back . This is good she thought. Out of bad there often comes good. Over the centuries since she had fallen from heaven she had seen so much. Good, bad and darn right evil and all wrought by human hands.

Today was good, no planes, trains, cars of boats just animal brethren running free. Smiling to herself she knew it would not last, they would all be out again soon, when they deemed it safe. No, she had no illusions they would soon forget and forget all they had been taught, so sharply. They never learned.

Would they survive? She did not know, she had no idea, the virus was not of nature it was of mankind’s making, alien evil like humans had always been. So hoist on their own petard would they survive?

For now she stood and watched and smiled, she was going nowhere, it was her penance to observe this earth and it’s inhabitants. However irritating she found them, stupid, selfish and at times evil she loved them still.

Her back itched reminding her of the wings she had lost, for the love of these humans. She was just turning to go when a sharp voice shouted at her. “Oie!, Put your mask on! “

Sofia turned to the policeman and smiled, reaching out she touched his young head and said , you did not see me I was not here. Be safe, be kind, she whispered into his ear as she brushed past him. He shivered and took out his radio. “There’s no one up here, there must of been a glitch on the drone. I am coming in now.” He said, “This mask and visor are so restrictive.”

Unseeing he followed Sofia down the path and got into his car. Sofia watched him drive off, She could see the virus everywhere she worried for the humans they had no idea. Thankfully, of the many powers she had been stripped of she had not lost the power of prayer.

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

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto: Causeway.

This week’s prompt ~ Causeway

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.

It had always confounded him, the causeway stretched out before him standing proud leading out to sea and yet going nowhere. Just like him going nowhere.

Image found here.

Alone  he  stands  on the  beach

He’s come  this far from all he has known

All goals  and hopes  smashed  and out of  reach

He  has lost all, job,  family, love  and  home.

The  bottle’s content is  his  only  friend

He’s cold  and tired, no life he  has lost all hope,

The sun sets  another empty day comes  to an end

Water  laps his  feet, tears burn his  eyes  he cannot cope.

Emptiness  eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer

He knows  he  had it  all and  lost it, his fault only

He  was young  and  reckless and a bright romancer

Squandered  days  and nights,drink and  drugs left him lonely

When did it  start  he  does not  know

But  he  prays it  will end and  soon

He lays  down curled  like  a  child, his  tears  flow.

Alone on  the beach washed  by sea and  lit  by moon.

His soul crosses the causeway.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Eve #writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

This week’s prompt ~ Eve

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the silhouettes of masked figures carrying flaming torches and surrounding a dark and spectral giant.

The new ways held no power or worth

The life was draining out of the earth

So people reached out for the old ways

Love of Gia, the wisdom of bygone days

So they built a giant Ents and lit the flames

They danced in circles toward the light.

The silent enemy watch them in spite.

The elements joined as one

The fight back to life had begun.

Ents and flames began the cleansing

The enemy defeated, the old ways brought an ending.

Fuming…

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Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds above a silky body of water bordered by dark hills.

Cold, weary and completely spent

I trudged on , to the future bent.

Through the longest night of my years

I immerged from the veil of tears.

Not expecting anything heaven sent

The scene I met was glorious and lambent.

Silver and goldens rays escape the clouds

The lake aglow devoid of shrouds.

It awoke my soul and raised my heart

So full of hope this was for me, a new start.

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

Doors #midnighthaiku.

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