Image credit: Rhaúl V. Alva @ Unsplash The image shows a puppy wearing a Christmas hat, sitting in a bed. You can see the Christmas tree lit up in the background.
My inner child cowers, confined by conformity Yearning to be let out, unshackled and free!
Iridescent, uninhibited Not contained and Not restrained, she’d Engineer enjoyment, frivolity and fun. Raging and rebellious
Chortling and Howling, craving Instant satisfaction, but no! Quietly she Lurks beneath the veil of decorum Dwelling in the darkness, sadly unfulfilled.
Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ Unsplash The image shows wall art. A woman is dressed in 1950’s style. A speech bubble next to her says, ‘Listen to your inner child’. There are cartoons and graffiti on the wall too.
Reaching out across the airwaves tuneful voices high and sweet echo brightly from a distant chapel of vaulted ceilings and flickering candles
She sings along, only slightly out of tune picturing pews of fresh-faced choirboys with golden halo hair and snow-white surplices wide-eyed and open mouthed
Smiling, she chops and slices as the voices transport her while her hands work busily preparing for the feast
Now the warm summer wind drifts through the open kitchen window while wintery hymns embrace her in nostalgia.
It’s my special festive tradition to listen to the carol service from King’s College Cambridge while cooking on Christmas Eve. This year will be no exception. Some particularly fond memories of mine come from the years when my husband had a bike shop and used to go out late on Christmas Eve to deliver the children’s bikes to their houses after they’d gone to bed, just like Santa Claus, while I made us a late supper of fishy treats.
Image credit: Shche-Team @ Unsplash (The image shows an outdoor scene. An old fashioned radio is placed next to a couple of candles and a wicker basket. Behind the radio is a pot full of blooming red flowers)
Image credit: Cheryl Holt @ Pixabay (The image shows very two young girls heading off together, holding hands. One is of African heritage and the other seems Caucasian).
Just one tiny cake a candle-topped treat two bites big is all I can eat.
Gone are the days of parties and thrills just make sure I take all my pills.
But with memories rich I’ll celebrate don’t you know I’m a hundred and eight?*
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #57photo prompt. Image credit: Angéle Kamp @ Unsplash (The image shows a a single cupcake with a lit candle on top of it).
Look at her a face illuminated by street lamps, by passing cars she watches, she waits the expression on her face is one of… nothingness.
Look at her dark circles under her eyes, a bruise on her cheek hidden by her hair the look in her eyes is one of… emptiness.
Look at her what did he do? what do you do? while she’s beaten and broken one woman, one of many, living in… hopelessness.
Society sleepwalks, liberals shake their heads say wise but empty words, while behind closed doors this never ends.
A woman is killed every three hours in South Africa, according to police statistics – a rate five times the world average. Half are murdered by men with whom they had a close relationship.
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #56photo prompt. Image credit: Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay (The image shows a young woman looking out the glass pane of a partially open door, with an indecipherable expression).
Unknown waters lie ahead, our future is opaque, obscure, still uncharted
No more mapped out milestones, no glittering goals to accomplish
Certainty has ceased, while we clutch at withered straws
Ever searching for proper patterns to pursue, the
Return to routine, to the mindful mundane
That frees us, and comforts us
And will sustain our souls
If only in illusion.
No chance of
That hope
Yet
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #54photo prompt. Image credit: Evan Clark, Unsplash (The image shows a person precariously balanced, standing on a fallen tree trunk hanging over a body of water).
but everything’s a toy, a joy! so many things to see and smell and feel and taste… oh, eew!!
– yes, but…
look at me! oopsie!
– be careful, or you’ll fall
the world’s so big
– and you’re so small
but now’s my time, I want it all!
– one day, little one, when you’re grown.
Everything comes to she who waits. Hold on! Shine bright! Never lose that spark, that drive the curiosity of a child.
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #54photo prompt. Image credit: Billow 926 – Unsplash (The image shows a baby panda standing in a Moses basket. Next to it us a wicker basket, which it is leaning in to)