Geoffrey

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long fur tangles

beneath fingertips as a

warm weight sprawls

hedonistically over

your legs whilst a deep

purr reverberates and

guileless eyes

stare deep into your soul

binding you tight


Meet Geoffrey.

Technically, he’s my sister’s cat, but as my sister and I now live together, I suppose he’s my cat now, too. He definitely likes to spend his time on my lap whenever possible. The photo of him was taken a few days ago, out in our new garden. I was trying to take photographs around the place, and he was determined to get my attention. He even climbed onto my back and sat with his paws on my head when I crouched down to photograph some flowers!

The poem I actually wrote quite a while ago, back when I was staying through at my sister’s old place. It’s one of what I refer to as my ‘text messages to myself’ – if I’m without a notepad and need to get some words out of my head, I tap them into a text message that I then send to myself. I didn’t realise just how many odd little things I had on there! Anyway, I thought this one would be a perfect accompaniment to the picture.

I hope you like it.

Dark Clouds

Dark Clouds Gather

dark clouds gather,

brooding promise of stormy days

ahead

*

fear tangles clutching tendrils

in your chest

*

breathe

*

just breathe

 *

look for the

bright horizon, for the glimpse

 of sun

through clouds

*

remember

the light will continue to shine,

even when hidden from

 view

FFfAW: Victim?

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Photo Prompt Sunayama MoiPensieve

Victim?

she felt sick

seeing him there

performing his songs

as if he didn’t have a care in the world

after everything he’d put her through

everything he’d done

to her

and to those she loved

seeing him so blithely carefree

set her guts to roiling

*

she carried the knife in her bag

for protection

she didn’t feel safe any more

not since that night

that dreadful night

when he’d trampled over her life

that hellish night when

all her personal liberties had been

infringed

and all her illusions destroyed

*

she didn’t remember

afterwards

taking hold of the knife

as she approached the figure who

haunted her nightmares

but she would always remember the

feel of the blade sinking deep into flesh

and the rush of satisfaction as

the spark of life

faded from his shocked gaze

Word Count: 136

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sunayama MoiPensieve. Thank you, Sunayama!

I’ve actually had this little piece written for a few days. I just wasn’t sure for a while whether to post it as it is or to turn it into prose. I eventually decided, after asking my Mum (Millie Thom) for advice, that I’d leave it in the form it initially came to me in. I hope you liked it.

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CB&W: B is for… Boundaries

Dead Hedging

boundary lines marked

containing Earth’s wild spaces

guardianship claimed

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This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is Letters A or B, and I decided to show pictures of some of the boundaries of the meadow and wooded area.

Woodland Fence

Both the first and last pictures show newly erected boundaries, as management of the wooded area has recently been taken on by the same couple – Kate and Ollie – who own the meadow. They’ve been putting in a lot of work to regenerate the area. The first picture shows a stretch of dead hedging, created from branches and other foliage gathered during pruning. This type of hedging provides habitat for insects, birds and animals, whilst also providing a barrier that blends far more naturally into the landscape than a fence. The gate in the final picture below takes you through onto their own land next door. I’ve been invited to go through the gate to photograph around their pond, though I haven’t done so yet.

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I hope you like the pictures.

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WPC: Solitary Watcher

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lonely gaze watches

abandoned to solitude

awaiting friendship


This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s prompt is solitude.

I photographed this jackdaw when we were in Cornwall last summer. It was sitting all on its own in a tree in the middle of Tintagel village. Jackdaws are very social creatures, seen more often in groups than on their own, so I thought of it as soon as I saw this week’s prompt.

My internet connection is still very hit and miss at the moment. The last several days I’ve been told it’s been great during the daytime while I’ve been at work. Unfortunately it’s been abysmal each evening after I’ve arrived home. Grr. It took ages to upload this picture, and I’ve had the message ‘saving of draft failed’ flashing up on my screen every few minutes while I’ve been putting together the rest of the post. I’m now just hoping that I manage to get an internet connection long enough to actually post it! I’ll respond to comments, and visit everyone’s blogs as soon as I can, but, as you can probably guess, commenting is very frustrating when you have to type the comment several dozen times before it sends.