Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto

This little piece of imagination is for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Challenge. It about Anne Neville and her Husband Richard 3rd of England.

Anne was lost she had been looking for Richard everywhere. Her patience was running very thin, as thin as her veil and her robes. It was transparently clear from the look on her face that she had had enough. As transparent as her body had become.

She had floated from Westminster to this cold carpark in Leicester. Looking around her she found it very difficult to take in what she was seeing. Here she stood in …well what was this place it said CARPARK… But what was a CARPARK.

Standing stark still for a second trying to take in her surroundings, to understand what was happening to her. She was by a wall, a wall decorated with white Lilies on a black background at it’s center was what resembled a black an orange stained glass window.

There was a pole with a round disc on it , white edged in red. It had drawings on it and some writing … It made no sense to Anne.

It actually read please park bumper to bumper. That meant nothing to Anne. As she stood there a youth rushed up and said “don’t move you look amazing stood there the mural makes it look like you have a halo around your head.”

“Look” said the youth “you look great in this photo, I am well impressed.” Then he showed her a small magic box that held her image the wall painting did indeed give her a halo.

The lad was off and running to meet his mates his magic box in his hand.

Anne turned and shivered, she called Richard several times before he finally answered her.

He took one look at her face and said, ” you are not happy are you madam” he smiled hoping to defuse her scowl.

“What is this awful soulless place why have you brought me here” Anne asked.

“It a carpark, it’s were I fell in battle, I was buried here when it was called Greyfriars they discovered me here and the moved my bones to Liecester Cathedral where I have a nice spot. I’d like you to join me, I have missed you.” He offered his hand and read her expression smiling he said “poison? come, you know me. I would not do that… And it was a long time ago.”

Anne who had been bristling with rage relented and took his hand. The years slipped away as they floated off, laughter was in the air.

Up the road a young lad was showing his mates his latest Instagram shot. He had already had 100 likes.

Thursday photo prompt: Honour #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo’s Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto

Honour and love beyond the grave

Though the years

Have passed I still owe

A great debt

To you dear

Knight, upholding my honour

I leave you this rose.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Renewal.

Here we are a New Year and a new photo prompt from Sue Vincent. Thursday Photo prompt.

Renewal.

After the silence came the roar, the rush of wind. The whole planet shook and vibrated to the unholy boom.

They stood unbelieving, as the fire ball coloured the sky. Frozen to the spot they could not ignore the terrifying beauty of it all.

The fire came and went nothing survived.

After the silence there was nothing, just a black hole, renewal?

#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Clouds #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday photo Challenge. #writephoto.

Clouds

There

Is light

Believe me

There must be light

Even the darkest

Dawn gives way to light

I don’t believe it now

Yet if I can only keep faith

All will be well, yes all will be well.

Glimpses of bright truth burst through the grey clouds.

Thursday photo prompt: Setting #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of the Daily Echo’s #writephoto, Setting.

I have decided to try and write an Acrostic Etheree.

Setting Sun.

Sun

Ebbing.

The sands of

Time teetering,

In seconds, minutes

Nothing left for it to

Give, save golden memories

Sun set time for recovering

Upon the distant hill she perches

Now night approaches it’s dark arms outstretched.

Thursday photo prompt: Beneath #writephoto

What Lies Beneath

They say still waters run deep

Hiding the secrets that they keep.

Who knows what magic there might sleep.

Calling to you to take the leap.

Have you the will to brake the spell

Shatter the image, brake the shell.

Will it release heaven or hell

The answer is within, for you to tell.

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

It is the second post about my experiences with The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

Thursday Photo Prompt:#writephoto Hidden.

This is my entry for #writephoto for Sue Vincent‘s prompt.

Who

Knows what

Lies beneath

The calm waters

Of this placid stream

Unseen currents forging

Ahead into the unknown

Belying the calm of above

Just as in life we forge on swan like

Thrashing madly underneath, feigning calm.

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.

Thoughts of a Ghost.

Am I awake or is this dream

There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.

I am cold and a long way from home.

I cannot move I cannot speak

My mind is confused and my is body weak .

The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.

Am I here, dieing alone

I try to move I know I must

Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.

The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.

Thursday photo prompt: Calm #writephoto

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

Calm (Lest we forget)

BOOM! Tom came to with a start. Everything ached, he was cold and wet. Slowly things came into focus and so did the realisation of where he was.

Will lay next to him dead eyes staring up at the sky. It wasn’t really Will he told himself, Will had gone earlier. Tom cried, how could he tell his mum that he had shot her son.

Will had stepped on a mine there had not been much of him left. He had begged Tom to kill him. Tom had held him and told him to hold on, he’d be alright. He had held him tight, screaming over Will’s groans “stretcher bearer”.

After five minutes a voice down the line shouted “If you don’t put that poor bastard out of his misery, mate, I will do for the both of you.”

Will had looked him in the eye and mouthed “please” so Tom shot him.

The silence was deafening, yes there were shells and bullets all around him. Everyone went about their business. That must of been when he had passed out.

Will was cold and stiff, how long had he been laid here with him Tom asked himself. It was dark now and the shells and tracers lit the sky.

Tom eased himself out from under Will’s body. The others were lining up for food so he joined them. Halfway through their meal orders came that they would be pushing forward at 19.30 hrs.

Tom felt nothing, yet some of the men were excited, others like Tom remaind silent. Tom looked at his watch, 19.00hrs. Looking down he noticed he was covered in mud and blood. He felt sick and sad that he would have to leave Will behind.

So the next half hour Tom went through the motions, checking his gun and anmunition. At 19.25 sharp the wooden ladders were put up to the wall of the trench. They all stood there in the damp, cold, dark squelching in the mud. Some prayed, some swore, some smoked, Tom just stood staring and shaking.

At 19.30 precisely the whistles blew and they all when up the ladders and into noman’s land.

Wire cutters at the ready, in the vain hope they might get to use them. Bullets and shells whizzed and exploded all around them . They fell, some immediately dead, some yet to die …a few to live another day.

Tom didn’t see the bullet coming but he felt it hit his forehead. As he fell others trampled over him. The last words he heard were those of the Officer calling the men on “For King and Country Lads”

Tom awoke for the second time that day. It took him a while to take in his surroundings. He was dry and warm and clean, no mud? … “Here Tommy boy, just as you like it hot milky and three sugars.” Tom looked up into Will’s loving eyes. “No more fighting for us Tommy , we’ve found peace” Tom sipped his tea and smoked a fag taking in the crowed room…there were so many people a sea of calm souls. Beyond he saw the stream where he and will played as children.

Thursday Photo Prompt.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 3/18

This week LindaGHill has set us the prompt Point for her #SoCs. Here is how it works. ‘Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “point.” Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy’

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Right book on my lap, eyes closed, po roll the pages plonk down the finger and…

The second anniversary of the fall of the Bastille was nothing like the first.

Where can I go with this, I have not read the book? It is not even my book it belongs to hubby.

The book is by Ruth Scurr and is called Fatal Purity, ( Robespierre and the French Revolution)

What does it mean to me…

Bring down the *Estates.

A Tanka

Times are a changing

Life needed rearranging

The three estates fought.

The clergy, nobles and poor

Old order to be no more

For years France was divided into three Estates. The First Estate was the clergy. The Second Estate was the nobles. The Third Estate was everybody else. As usual the first and second estates kept the third downtrodden, poor, hungry and abused. As always happens, eventually the Third Estate rose up and the French Revolution was born .

The Bastille was stormed on July 14 /1789 the rest, as they say is History 😀.

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