Thursday Photo Prompt : Wisp. #writephoto

This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has set us a beautiful photo prompt entitled Wisp. 

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                   WISP

Looking back I should of realized that it was just the tinyest wisp of hope. Even as I saw it, it was disappearing.

Elusive it was snatched from me just when I thought I could grasp it. Broken like the eggshells I tread it cuts my soul. 

What is the point of going on it is broken, it is gone why suffer more pain. No point to cling on for grim death, it is only a wisp. Even as I write, like the angel faces I see in the wispy clouds above, the wisp of hope dissapates.

Gone, from me, from the blue above. I stand empty handed, empty heart yet one thing is full, my eyes , full of tears.

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Thursday-photo-prompt-alone. 

This week’s Thursday photo prompt from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo  is titled Alone.

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Alone.

Alone at dusk she sat, as she had at dawn.

He was lost and all she could was mourn.

So young and bright they had set out

To planets new, no fear no doubt.

Homes to build  and crops to grow

How it would end they didn’t know.
It had started off so well

Why now was it all blown to hell.

Perched up on the rock’s peak

She watch as all on the base did sleep

Banished now she made numbers odd

She was alone and cold and prayed to God.
The rules she knew and did abide

No one could stay if their partner died.

The seven moons rose and lit the plain

She felt his hand on her hers removing pain

As the temperature fell below zero

She died alone to be reunited with her hero.

Thursday Photo Prompt, The Watchers.

This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has set us another interesting post and entitled it the watchers.

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                 The Watchers

Question

Why do they sit and guard at the gates.

What are the horrors that they await?

They watch the portal,they never sleep

What are the secrets that they keep.

For millennia have they stood by their post.

To save us from aliens and demon hosts.

 What are they protecting us from, 

What fiendish hell are they shutting out.

Fighting to get in and wipe us all out.

What is the secret the watchers keep 

Should they let us to take a peep.

What is the horrible truth they hide , 

What are they watching for on the other side. 

 Answer

It is not us they are saving, is it not us they protect , 

It is all the other dimensions they don’t want us to infect!

It is shocking  and fearful for us to be told

That we are the evil from all other worlds and dimensions they must withhold!! 

Thursday Photo Prompt, Sails. #writephoto.

This week’s #writephoto from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo is entitled Sails. 

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               Sails

And with the dawn came new light

Gone the monsters of the night

The sun through sails like a fire

Lifts the heart  and soul’s desire.

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

This is this week’s prompt from Sue Vincent from Daily Echo is the photo below and it’s title is The Mask. 

A special vote of thanks to Sue  who is soldiering on with no computer after it blew up!😱

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For as long as Claire could remember it had hung in hall of their home. It was the first thing she saw as she entered the house and the last before she left.  During her childhood it had scared her, seemingly watching her everytime she went upstairs to her bedroom and following when she returned back downstairs. 

As she grew older she tried to convince herself that it was all in her imagination and that the damn Mask was not malevalant. Unfortunately things kept happening, grandma had fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. She had blamed the Mask. The workmen who had fitted the new kitchen had all had accidents, including severed fingers, eltricution,  concussion and even a nervous breakdown.

Claire just knew it was the Mask hanging on the wall that was to blame for all the “mishaps” as her parents referred to them.

One evening Claire came home from work to find both her parents dead! The police were called and a few weeks later Claire  found herself in the cornornor’s court listening to a verdict of death by miss adventure. Apparently they had died from a freak escape of an obscure gas.

As Claire walked home she knew what had caused their deaths. It was the Mask.

Entering the back garden Claire built a bonfire, lit it and then entered the house quietly. She rushed into the hall and grabbed the Mask from the wall and pulled, it was so much harder to remove the Mask than she thought.

The lights flickered , the doors opened and slammed, the TV clicked on and changed channels randomly. Sweat and fear engulfed Claire she felt as if she was drowning. Her throat was closing and she could not breath. She began to loose consciousness just as she began to fall a small voice inside her screamed at her not to give in ! 

With all the strength she could muster she wrenched the Mask from the wall and stumbled out into the garden carrying the Mask which was so heavy.

The bonfire had almost gone out and it had become dark, how long had she been struggling with the Mask? In despartion she threw the Mask into the dying embers of the fire.

She fell to the ground in a faint. For a minute or two nothing happened! Then the Mask and the dying bonfire became an conflagration. Neighbours reported hearing screams all night.

In the morning Claire awoke covered in dew, every bone in her body ached but she felt, safe and free. Sadly too late for her family  but at last the Mask was gone!

Thank Goodness she thought as she went into the kitchen and closed the door.  As the door shut a gust of wind whipped up some ashes from the fire and they blue across the neighbourhood.

Thursday photo prompt – Peace – #writephoto

This week  for  our Thursday  Photo Prompt  from  Sue  Vincent  of  Daily  Echo  we  have  this  beautiful  photo  of  a  bed  and  pillow  made  from a  tree trunk. It is  so  beautiful  and  I  have chosen  to  write a  poem  this  week. I have  added a  few  photos  to illustrate  my  poem I hope  this is  allowable Sue?  Rules and Pingback  Here 

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Mottled   green and grey shadow

Lush grass  and  flowers in summer  grow

The  spirit  of  the  wood sleeps  in  summer breezes

Sunshine and  growth  her  mind  eases.

In the  Autumn the  spirit has a  blanket  of  gold

Chills  lick  her  heels as again she  feels old

Bonfires  and  animals  setting  up  store

The  spirit  knows  there is  more  to  endure.

Underneath  a pure  white  blanket  of  snow

The  short  days  and  Winter’s   holy  glow

The  Christmas  spirit  comes  to visit  her

They  sip  a  toast on her  bed , their  love  they  aver.

The  new  year  is  born of  their  union eternal

Spring  brings  tiny  flowers  and  blossom

She  feels  young  and  new all her powers  thrive

All  around  her  flora  and  fauna  glad  to  be  alive.

In full bloom of  life  Summer returns

Her  magic  throbs , grows  and  burns.

So  all is  repeated, the circle of  life

Her  bed   her  resting  place  always present.

Mottled   green and grey shadow

Lush grass  and  flowers in summer  grow

The  spirit  of  the  wood sleeps  in  summer breezes

Sunshine and  growth  her  mind  eases.

 

Thursday Photo Prompt: #writephoto Flight.

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


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This photo brings it all back to me now. As a child I lived on a council estate. The houses were all set out in crescents,each crescent had a green in its centre. The crescents were separated by a line of four houses then a cul du sac of houses, and alleyways to back of our crescent’s houses and oposite the next crescents houses, then another four houses then the next crescent repeated four times.
The houses on the other side of the road were private and backed on to a park. Why am I telling you this.

Well many an evening I would stand in our small  back garden and the photo is the view I had.  The roof tops, the chimneys with the ariels attached, the sunset/sunrise and the pigeons, especially the pigeons.

The man who lived next door kept racing pigeons, to me as a child hundreds of them. I doubt there were hundreds he had two “pigeon lofts” one the length of his back garden and one the width. 

The earliest memories I have are of lying in my pram listening to the cooing of the pigeons. Glimpsing the sky through the sun canopy of my pram.

One of my lasting memories is standing in the backgarden watching the sun setting, hearing the man nextdoor calling in his birds after a race, hearing the joy in his voice as the first of his birds returned, I could feel the excitement as their shilouettes appeared over the roofs.

I have so many memories of the house I grew up in, got married from, took my children back to, to see their grandparents. The man next door his wife and her deaf sister were a large part of my life then.

We were a big family and our Mum and Dad never turned anyone away. There were always people staying over, waifs, strays, distant family, friends and almost strangers. That house with that view was in our lives for sixty years. Even after our parents died my eldest brother bought it and lived there for many years with his family. He sold it on about six years ago and a whole chapter of family life came to an end.

So today’s prompt was very special to me. So thank you Sue for the prompt. I hope that I have not bored anyone to sleep.

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