#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.

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Thursday photo prompt: Daybreak #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a morning sky aflame above dark landscape, whose horizon is marked only by trees

Daybreak

Woosh! She swirls her skirts around

Orange, gold, grey and blue

Silently, she wakes the day, without a sound.

She crayons the trees in black, anew

Bidding farewell to the night

Gently she drops dew, the land to nourish

Waving off the early bird in flight

She wakes the Sun so we can flourish.

******

#writephoto

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Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.

The Keep

Nature needs not straight lines

It is only man who craves those confines.

Nature fills the sky with grey and blue

And the earth below with many a hue.

Man builds his dwelling with straight sides

Using what mother provides.

The shape of a cross in a ruin’s walls

Looks to a tower as it crumbles and falls.

Where once an archer stood

Shooting his arrows , true and good.

Now is empty and only cold winds blow

Nature blurs the lines bring beauty were she goes.

We will never know what secrets sleep

Hidden within the castle’s keep.

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