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On the Wing

 Air fills with movement Fleeting insects buzz, dart, dance A feast on the wing I had intended to share my monthly Changing Seasons post today but unfortunately I haven't actually finished sorting through all of the photos I've taken. I've visited and photographed the meadow so many times over the past few weeks that I have... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Imaginary Friends

This post is for Priceless Joy's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week's prompt was provided by me. Imaginary Friends "It's just your eyes playing tricks on you," everyone always told her. "None of it's real." Even her grandmother - who told the most wonderful stories - had always waved a dismissive hand and said, "Your imagination is running away... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: The Photograph

This post if for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week's picture was provided by Ellespeth's friend. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. Here's my entry.  I hope you like it. The Photograph Hanif wasn’t prepared for the... Continue Reading →

Cobblestones

I have been nominated by Nowathome to participate in the 5 Day Black and White Challenge and by Lrod to participate in the 5 Photos – 5 Stories Challenge. This post is my day 4 response to both. I again managed to stay below 500 words. Yay! Today's story is 450.  Cobblestones The feel of the cobblestones beneath... Continue Reading →

Winter Sleep

    Winter Sleep Winter’s chill creeps and the urge to sleep engulfs nature’s domain, with earthen blankets overlaid with the softest of white coverlets concealing dormant heads, as life retreats from frosty air to await the sun's return.  

Midwinter Child

Midwinter Child As winter strengthens its hold on the land, the light of the sun fades into oblivion’s void, endless night draining joy from the world. Hear the solstice bells chime as pale rays glimmer in a cloud-laden sky, a midwinter child, new-born, cradled in the Mother’s arms, a bearer of hope for future life.... Continue Reading →

Tumbling

Tumbling Your pen is poised, mind teetering, balancing precariously upon the edge. You release your hold and tumble, like water over the fall, words burbling in random dissarray from your mind, through your pen, to your page. For many years I have suffered from writer's block. This blog and the poems and children's stories that I... Continue Reading →

A Ghost of Memory

I’ll hold the faded photograph, etch her colours bright and true, as she walks through half-forgotten memories. I’ll hear her voice, whispering through the mists - the lessons she can teach if I listen. I must listen. Tales of hardship and happiness. Times of tears and laughter. A song of resilience carries upon a piano’s... Continue Reading →

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