Thursday photo prompt: Rooted #writephoto

Roots

Spread like

Waking dreams

Softly flowing

Kaleidoscope greens

Each a wish or a scheme

Flowing from us like a stream

Our canopies brightly adorned

Loves celebrated, loves lost mourned

Secrets, dark and light, forces of god’s light.

You have no idea what I have seen

Winters white,golden light, Spring leaves green

You tie your colours to my boughs

Hoping I will heal your ills

You do not understand

Nature’s true power

Older than time

Reason, rhyme

Spread like

Roots.

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

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Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

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Thursday Photo prompt: Beyond. #writephoto.

Soft

Whispers

Ancient truths

Carried on the

Sun’s waining last rays.

Reafirmes the old ways

Closer to Mother Nature

Bathing us in a light so pure.

Our technology is not secure

The voices in the light know so much more.

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The Etheree above is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

Looking at the signpost of life

Unsure which way will be right.

Will I finally find the light

Or slip further into night.

Here at the side of the road

Suffering from emotional overload.

Straining hard to see a sign

Which route could be mine.

Darkness encases my soul

Hinders my path, hides my goal

In the lonely hours of the night

It is hard to focus on anything bright.

Should I take the easy path

Remain with known home and hearth

Maybe I should spread my wings

Open my heart to higher things.

Deep inside I truly know

My way is set I must follow.

An echo of a rainbow appears

Clearing all the misted years.

The choices are still there .

Signpost clear for me to see

Follow the truth and be free.

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This is part of Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo, Thursday Photo prompt. #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

She couldn’t stay here for long the tide would turn in a few hours and she would be trapped.

Strangely she had survived the previous night she had found a circular shaft in the cave. Although she had managed to shimmy up away from the hungry waters she had been scared and cold in the dark. Her body was now much weakened and she knew she could not survive another night.

What should she do, there was no going back. The villagers would stone her or even worse burn her at the stake.

These people knew her, they were her family, neighbours and friends even. They had seen her grow, they had known of her knowledge of the herbs and potions and books.

She had lived happily among them, all her life. Every single one of them had cause to be grateful for her skills. That meant nothing now.

Cold and hungry she sat watching the sea washing the shore line. Listening to the waterfall, outside the cave, she wondered what to do.

Just as the tied started to turn she felt a presence at her side. Turning she was astounded to see Gia standing there smiling down at her.

“What are you doing here child,” mother earth asked her. “Why do you weep”

She looked into Gia’s beautiful face and told her the sad and sorry tale.

Gia touch her gently, and she turned to stone. “Fear not” my child she said. “You will rest here safe in my womb and when the time is right I will return and change you back.” Gia smiled and the girl felt safe and warm. No longer tired or hungry she felt at peace. “When the world needs you and, it will need you. I shall return you to your human form so you can continue your work.”

Goddess mother Gia

Protects those who worship her

Bountiful mother.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto. Threshold.

Thursday photo prompt: Bright #writephoto

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This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo. #writephoto. Bright.

Bright

After

All the dark

Now in our lives

Mother Nature brings

The spring to bring us hope

A leafy dell centred bright

Shadows form shade under the trees

The warmth of the sun lifts our souls.

Bluebells and green grass sooth our troubled souls.

Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto

Beware the sleeping Dragon

Can

you see

him there his

Head finely carved.

Eyes fixed in a stare.

Don’t walk upon his back

Be respectful and have care

For millennia he’s slept there

Resting, gathering strength he awaits

Merlin’s call to help save us from our fate.

We

Do not

See him there

We choose not too

Dragons are not real

Ever denying truth

We do not believe enough

Yet the Dragon believes in us.

Storing his strength to be ready

For the call he will rise when all else falls.

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Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto

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This is part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto. Today I have tried an Acrostic poem.

Tranquil

Too stressed to talk

Resentful I storm out

And went for a walk

Not heeding the direction

Quite by chance I find this place

Unspoilt by man’s intervention

I drink in its beauty and grace

Lost in Mother Nature’s beauty.

Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto

Gabriel was more relaxed than he had been in aeons. He had not lost his patience for at least three days. He was a new Archangel.

Saint Peter had mentioned this to saint Paul who inturn had mentioned it to the big man himself.

Michael and Azriel were happily going about their work of watching the errant humans. Azriel was relieved not to have had Satan whispering in his ear all the time.

“Where is Satan” saint Peter asked the big man. The big man smiled and winked. ….

Down on earth in the middle of nowhere in particular there was strange new vibes at a stone ring. The word new is not often associated with stone rings.

What was going on saint Paul asked of the big man. The big man touched his nose and smiled. They both looked at Gabriel who was relaxed, calm and happily oiling his sword.

It is all simply explained. Four days ago Gabriel had gone into total melt down. Saint Peter had found him running naked through Heaven’s gates. He had asked the demented archangel what was wrong. One word was the shrieked reply. “SATAN

Saint Peter had reported this latest event to the big man who had immediately visited Satan and frog marched him out of Hell.

They had arrived at the stone ring. The big man smiled and apologised to the old stones for any inconvenience he might be causing them. He explained that this new devil shaped stone would be joining them for a year.

The oldest stone asked what will happen to Hell while he is away. The big man assured them that Hell could wait, it’s timeless.

So peace reined in heaven, while a crotchety Satan did his best to cause trouble with the old stones, who totally ignored him.

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Thursday photo prompt: New #writephoto

Standing in the golden glow of dawn they felt the true meaning of “A New Day” . They could see for miles from here, sadly there was nothing much left to see.

It looks just like the books showed it to be but not as colourful. The light though, they had never seen anything like it, nor had they felt this warmth upon their faces. They were glad of their eye protectors.

Those who had last walked free up here had been dead at least fifty years now. These two, Adam and Eve, were the first two chosen to walk the earth since the nuclear holocaust had excelorated the climate change. Making planet Earth inhabitable.

They had been tasked with the job of reconnaissence to find out if it was finally safe to emerge from underground. The first couple to walk the earth for two hundred years.

They sampled the water and tested it, they took geiger counter readings, and samples of the as many plants the could find. The amount of insects amazed them, there were so many.

They spent a week working. The night before their return they were so excited about being the bearers of good news. It was, at last safe for the masses to return above ground.

The next day they started the long journey home, they were looking forward to some fresh grown food and a rest from the light and the weather.

They were greeted by the elders and passed on their findings.

Eve unwittingly also passed on an invisible virus.

The virus was virulent it wiped out every single survivor within a month. Millions died no one survived, it started inocently with a sneeze. Soon all of the animals died too. The crops wasted and withered, only the insects survived.

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