The White Bridge
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone … More The White Bridge
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone … More The White Bridge
joyous laughter echoes over the lake’s expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
horseshoes clatter metal pealing against cobblestones in a chiming of bells as dreamlike figures ghost by a cavalcade of spirits messengers from the past bearing warning from a time of division and strife for those who care to listen This week’s photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of … More Messengers
darkness creeps sticky tendrils dragging ever deeper into the depths of fear and hate and hopelessness desolation clinging with tar-like viscosity * but don’t give up * glimpse the light that lies ahead encompassing hope of better times to come leave the darkness behind and embrace the future’s bright promise * don’t give up * never give … More Out of the Darkness
she dances as the new day begins haloed by the rising sun her laughter echoing as she swirls
golden rays dance over cloudtops ribbons unfurling in joyous celebration of harvests safely gathered I hadn’t even realised I’d taken these dawn shots on the Autumn Equinox until I was sorting through my pictures for the Changing Seasons post and spotted the date on the folder. I was already thinking about using them for a … More Harvest Dawn
seasons shift decorating the land in daubs of gold finger paints wildly applied joy articulated with a child’s exuberance whilst leaves crunch underfoot During September, the signs of autumn have become increasingly rife in the meadow and in the wooded area beside the stream. The first leaves have begun to turn, shades of golden brown … More September 2017
aglow with simple elegance she glides serenely onwards * untouched by worldly concerns * divorced from fear and anger * enriched by nature’s beneficence she scatters diamonds of purest sunlight in her wake
think of the stories that could be told if the voices of the long gone could be heard within those aged walls but their tales have been forgotten as our own too shall someday be This post is for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is buildings.
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. … More Geoffrey
tread softly along paths gentled by hazy memory, strolling amidst recollections of yesteryear’s cares where lost loves and old pains fade into ephemeral touches, phantom fingers brushing against present preoccupations This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village. Here are a … More Paths of Memory
they are the first to fall they will not be the last I had hoped to post my September Changing Season’s gallery today. Unfortunately I’m not yet done with sorting through the pictures! These shots were taken earlier on in the month so I thought I’d share them and the little poem that I wrote … More First to Fall
On ephemeral wings she flits, never settling for long: never long enough to catch her, never long enough to bind her back into the cocooned existence she’s fled.
No More You take and You take, Never caring, Never wondering who You hurt. You rant and You rave, Throwing accusations, Throwing blame Regardless of truth. It’s time, Time to realise The only one to blame For your misfortune Is you.
This post is for Baheya’s Miniature Writing Challenge. This week’s prompt is Freedom. For this challenge you are asked to write either an ultra short story (50-150 words), a haiku or a little poem. This week I decided to share a poem. Self-Doubt Ensnared in a churning morass of fear, insecurity, spiralling ever deeper. Not as good; … More Self Doubt
This post is for the Miniature Writing Challenge run by An Artist At Heart. This challenge gives a picture and a short story prompt and asks that you write either a mini short story (50 – 150 words), a poem or a haiku (3 lines, 17 syllables). To read the full rules, go here. This week’s prompt is … More The Sound of Drums
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