Wordless Wednesday: The Flamingos of Doddington Hall

Monochrome Monday: Skinny Man

Skinny Man high contrast

he stands watch

the skinny man

the benevolent guardian of

hope’s illumination


he stands ready

the fearful man

a repository for worriment

consuming negativity

Skinny Man 2

This week’s Monochrome Monday is the second in my series of posts showing some of the ornaments my sister and I have around our house. Some of them are rather odd…

I quite enjoyed playing around with the editing of this statue. The first picture has very high contrast and clarity. I wanted to bring out the texture of the figure and highlight the light vs dark / hope vs fear theme of the poem. The second picture has much lower contrast and clarity, giving it quite a ghostly effect. I felt this fitted quite well with the idea of the benevolent, watching spirit within the statue.

I’d love to know what you think.

Monochrome Monday: Owl and Pussycat

Owl and Pussycat Bookpile

attitudes diverge

for harmonious journeys

compromise required


As those of you who’ve followed my blog for any time might know, last year my sister and I moved into a house together. In order to decorate our new place, we pooled all of the ornaments and random whatsits that we’d individually collected over the years. This week’s Monochrome Monday post will be the first of a series of posts that will showcase a few of these bits and bobs.

Whilst in many ways my sister and I are very similar, there are also a great many ways in which we differ. This is perfectly represented by the two ornaments that sit together on the bookshelf. The owl is my academically-minded sister’s. The pussycat is mine. They represent our different natures perfectly.

The two of us actually lived together before, for a number of years back when I was in my early twenties. Unfortunately, back then our differences drove us apart. This time around, older and wiser, we’re both determined to compromise more in order to find a happy middle ground. So far, it seems to be working.

The Owl and the Pussycat

Monochrome Monday: Is it Christmastime yet?

White Rabbit bw

anticipation gathers

 in electric frissons on the air 

excited laughter mingling with

the scents of pine needles and spices 

as children follow the white rabbit

into a magical wonderland for

a date not to be missed

White Rabbit bw 2

This week’s photos were taken at Doddington Hall, a stately home on the outskirts of Lincoln. Every year they decorate with a different theme. This year’s is Alice in Wonderland.

Generally I like to stick with black and white photos for my Monochrome Monday posts, but as a Christmas treat I thought I’d also include a shot of the White Rabbit room in colour this week.

White Rabbit

Merry Christmas!

SPF: Childhood Joys


Photo prompt © Eric Wiklund

Childhood Joys

Imogen’s hands shook as she brushed the gathered debris away from the miniature village, her reeling emotions slow to calm. She righted a fallen bench and straightened a leaning signpost. Despite her best efforts, a clinging miasma of neglect remained. The place felt… empty.

It was an emptiness with which she was only too familiar.

Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday that Elsie had played amongst the overgrown shrubbery, her imagination transforming the secluded corner into a magical wonderland. Her carefree laughter had never failed to enliven Imogen’s spirits. 

The village had always been Elsie’s work. It had first taken form when she’d still been a toddler – merely a higgledy-piggledy collection of sticks and stones, and pilfered toys that Imogen then had to embarrassedly return to their owners. “But the fairies need them, Mummy,” Elsie had protested. To halt her daughter’s burgeoning kleptomania, Imogen had gathered an array of craft materials, and she’d encouraged experimentation. Elsie’s own creativity had then taken over.

Imogen sighed, remembering those happier times. Everything was different now. Her delightful little girl was gone. In her place was a brooding, door-slamming impostor.

And Imogen wasn’t sure just how many more teenage outbursts she could stand.

Word count: 200 words

To read the other entries, or to submit your own, click the little blue frog.


This post is for the Sunday Photo Fiction flash fiction challenge. I haven’t written much flash fiction recently, but how could I resist Eric’s wonderful photo prompt?

I have to admit that, as I was writing this story I thought it would end with Elsie being either dead or stolen by the fairies. I even had a little scene in my head with fairy Elsie appearing by her shoulder and asking “Why are you sad, Mummy?” The ending that I actually wrote caught me somewhat by surprise!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it.