a small pool
forest green and clear
just lovely
and who can we see?
that’s right, a wonderful frog!
he says ‘om’ and ‘om’
and he’s placid and peaceful
in his lotus position
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It’s a haiku 3/5/3, plus tanka – such fun!
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Selma
And there is Paul’s Wonderful World of Color – great photos!
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
The two gargoyles were talking in hushed tones as they made over to the aerodrome: ‘Come on we are not mad, we are good at everything, aren’t we,’ said one – while the other one said, ‘quite so, we both remember that huge balloon, and that was fine,’ – as the two of them got into a helicopter.
Scatty and Joan had been still looking for the two gargoyles, not realising that they were up in the sky; they’d been on that big motorcycle for ages weaving around from left to right and back again on the Tour de France.
‘Hold on,’ yelled Scatty, ‘this is a big challenge,’ – but meanwhile Joan yelled back, ‘I am feeling nauseous and I have a headache, although at least I haven’t a malady and I’m sure I’ll be fine when we stop.’
The red-headed woman was on another road listening to many lovely melodies as she hummed in her little red car, it was very much quicker since this was one of the main motorways, and she was going to the south of France having found that The Old One and Mr Cushing had been staying near Cannes.
Francis was still at home and lounging around while watching the Tour de France; he had double-checked the time for the final race, and as usual it was at Paris, on the Champs-Elysees on Sunday.
He smiled as he continued to watch; whoever would win, he would make sure there would be plenty of champagne on ice.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: MAD, MALADY, MELODY
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: TONE
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The Joshua Trees
stunning, aren’t they,
powerful too,
great – magnificent, in fact,
yet the trees are stark and strange.
the sun has just risen,
the trees are warming up nicely,
but did you know that they can walk around?
if you look carefully,
you’ll see them,
promise.
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Image credit: YS @Unsplash
This image shows Joshua trees in a California desert, in the background the sun is rising over the hills.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #298 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
The two boys were back in France, in a small town where Great Aunt Margot lives.
‘What’s the time?’ said one of them, as they both looked up to the big clock outside in the main square.
‘Okay, one more time to walk quickly around the great church – why not?’
‘Shall we do it?’
‘Yes, let’s go.’
Meanwhile, Great Aunt Margot had bought her usual things in the market: a long baguette, some very oozy cheeses and three little patisserie cakes, which she put in her big basket.
She then stopped next to the new gallery.
‘How is it going, my dear?’ said Great Aunt Margot.
A young woman smiled. ‘Anything you would like?’
‘Hmm, something small perhaps,’ as she stepped into the shop.
A couple of minutes later the two boys appeared.
‘What have you got?’ asked one of the boys.
‘Never mind about that, I will show you that back at home. But any way it’s almost lunchtime,’ as she grinned.
The three of them chatted happily, as they walked down to where they stayed, but no one would be able to find what they did after that.
And also in the small town, not far from the woods, you might still see a few unicorns, and their names are: Victor, Wellington, Xena, Yasmine and Zacharia.
So thanks for that Jenne and C .E. Aye, we’ve had a great time, and maybe we will see you around sometime.
So now I must find a new tale, but where?
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
Alma Thomas, Celestial Fantasy, 1973, acrylic on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum
Warp and Weft – it’s a Shadorma (twice)
warp and weft
beautiful colours
let’s begin
to weave now
it is mostly bright, bright blue
with a hint of pink
lots to do
as the shuttle moves
quick and turn
and again
it’s not a painting this time
it’s a lovely scarf
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Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Melissa from Mom With a Blog
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
The two gargoyles had managed to get away from the gendarmes since there was a small crash with several cyclists on the Tour de France just at that moment; sadly they had to leave their big motorcycle, but they quickly got to the fields and they hid in the many, many tall sunflowers.
They whispered together: ‘what are we going to do?’ – ‘look, the river is just over there,’ – oh yes, I can see a boat,’ – ‘you mean we are going to row? – ‘hmm, I’ve a better idea…’ as he pulled out his smartphone, and began to send a WhatsApp.
Joan picked up her phone as her face lit up, she glanced at the red-headed woman, ‘haven’t you still got that little car? – ‘I.. em, yes… I’ll go and get it, and I’ll drive back to you,’ as she jumped up, ‘we will all go and find that place… yes?’
Two hours later, the three women had already found that big motorcycle; ‘well, I can ride it,’ said Scatty, ‘and I’ll sit on the back,’ said Joan.
It was the next day, and the three women were still looking for the two gargoyles.
Francis was on his own, it was the rest day for the Tour de France, so no cycling to watch; he walked into the music room, it had been hardly used for decades, but suddenly Francis had a hankering to play: maybe the piano, or the guitar? but no, that lovely cello, ‘I’m going to play it.’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: PIANO, GUITAR, CELLO
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: ROW
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a long way to go,
as I continue to climb,
it’s almost a race.
don’t look down, look up,
did you say that I’m tiny?
just think perspective.
you see from my side,
I’m invincible, really,
I am a giant!
such fun, eh… giggling.
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Image credit: Vladimir Vinogradov @Unsplash
This image shows a small metal statue of a tiny man climbing a pole. The statue is of a man wearing a suit and a hat and looking upwards.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #297 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
It was another Sunday afternoon for the two boys.
‘It’s always nice to go on our bikes, isn’t it.’
‘Yes indeed, we are very lucky, especially now it’s a lovely day.’
‘Let’s go faster, and maybe we can see a train, since the tracks are not far from here.’
‘Gosh yes, we can go over the bridge just over there.’
And so the two boys rode off as fast as they could.
They came to a stop, and right in the middle of the bridge.
‘Can’t see a train either on the upline or downline at the moment.’
As they both looked (and twice).
‘Are there trains on Sunday?’
‘I’m sure there are… I think.’
They thought again, and looked again; but nothing.
‘Oh well, let’s ride as close as we can, since there’s a little road over there.’
So they continued for quite a long time, still looking for a train.
‘Gosh, we’re almost in another village, and I don’t know this place.’
‘Me neither, but look…’
‘Oh yes, it’s a level crossing and also a little train station.’
‘And now listen…’
‘They are closing the gates…’
The two boys grinned.
‘Quick, let’s get on the platform.’
‘Are we allowed?’
‘Yes, of course.’
The train stopped and people got out, and in.
The guard glanced over to the two boys and their bikes, and he said: ‘Do you want to go in the last carriage? And there’s no charge for you.’
‘Ooh, thanks a lot,’ as they both grinned.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
a tasty morsel
tongued with creaminess, gorgeous
it’s melting and moist
sprinkling happiness
drawn with pastels and charcoal
a luscious painting
a delightful cake
dark and delicious, blissful
it could eat itself
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. This week, let’s experiment with synesthesia.
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
The red-headed woman had known the strange and wonderful breed of people who stayed around Montmartre for more than a year now, she had been reminiscing about all of them: the three vampires, the one shapeshifter and (of course) the two gargoyles.
She’d been to the small but beautiful cemetery known as the Large Quarries, where she’d drawn a rather nice picture using her new pastels and paper; she was about to finish since no-one was around today, but then she saw Scatty.
‘Gosh, that’s good,’ said Scatty, ‘you’ve drawn several plants around here – the one’s I have used…. hmm, delightful, and useful too – magical; but never mind about that, we should go to that old mansion, and let’s not delay – you do know that the Tour de France is about to start, don’t you?’
‘You remember what they said, the two gargoyles, while we all watched that gorgeous ballet a few days ago?’ – ‘I do remember what the two of them said, something about going to see the Tour de France, and riding on a big motorcycle, yes?’
‘Come on we’re here, and we can watch the TV,’ – the red-headed woman and Scatty sat down on a large couch, while Joan and Francis were already sitting here to watch the Tour.
‘Look over there,’ said Joan, ‘we can see those two on their big motorcycle, and there’s something going on… a couple of policemen (gendarmeries, in fact), oh gosh, it seems that both of them will be detained!’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: DETAIN, DRAWN, DOWN
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: BREED
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