eyes so large and blue tiny hands and tiny toes she smiles at the camera what a pretty pose, she grins
she wonders who she’ll be will she be a painter or a poet maybe a doctor or a judge she can be anyone at all
she laughs out loud and gives a little wink but just for the moment she’s busy with her blocks
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Image credit: Colin Maynard @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she’s holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat.
What am I going to do today? Perhaps I could make a list I drift around the house And I ponder.
There’s so many things in my brain What should I choose first?
I’m busy on my laptop And I’m busy on my phone And then I walk around the garden Hoping something will come out in my speech.
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Image credit: Dollar Gill @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an open book lying on a flat surface, its pages ruffled as by wind. Behind we see a luminous blue globe, and some fuzzy fairy lights, and in the distance a cloudy sky can be seen.
‘That can’t be,’ she she thought, ‘two gargoyles moving around on the roof?’ she stared for several minutes, but the gargoyles stood completely still, as she had expected; she clambered over the shallow roof, it was time to get busy – as she went back down the rickety stairs, she was going to pick a lock.
The red-head woman had been all around the old building – twice – where she had been casing the joint; there was not much there anymore, but in the basement there was something useful, it was an antique safe – all she needed was some time and patience: she had done this before.
She had her torch and her picking things; she had been at this for more than an hour, but it’s almost there; suddenly she heard a noise on the roof; a moment later she was taken back with amazement – the two gargoyles were very much alive – and bickering.
We need a new place because the old one would be replaced with a grand and tall building, and that’s no good, but where will we go?’ – ‘I don’t know where and it’s too dark to see,’ but then suddenly the full moon breaks out and all the roofs were almost light here in Montmartre.
The red-head woman could hardly believe it, she stared around wondering what might happen next; it was almost midnight as she looked down to the cemetery – just behind her – bats and owls, and mythical things – very spooky.
she’s a little black and white cat who tippy toes around the house walking silently then staring out
now she’s in the garden clawing the old bench then she prowls around
she climbs on the wall who’s out there?
there’s no one in the close and no one in the bushes where are they?
she’s back in the garden sauntering and scampering
but soon she’s ready to snooze suddenly she’s awake who is it?
there’s almost a squabble but the other cat as already gone and quite right too
now it’s back to base and it’s lunchtime and lots of purring
a little later she’s gone back to bed what a lovely life she has!
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Image credit: Jon Tyson @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall graffiti: a picture of a black cat with mismatched eyes, and different words scrolled on the wall around it.
the lanterns spring up all around the world little specks of light filling up with glee
the colours are vivid from crimson to mauve as they skipped around with joy what a beautiful globe
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Image credit: Leon Contreras @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows many lanterns floating into the night sky. Some are nearby are more visible than others which are far away.
The red-headed writer had never met this guy until just now, although they had been friends for several years, as they had been doing posts in the ether (or at least in a phone or laptop); there had lost touch for a while doing other things, but it didn’t matter now as there were both grinning.
For a couple of hours they talked and joked, what a beautiful place, she said, several times, as Bjorn laughed just like a bear; he drove long and hard on the plateaus and in the valleys, but then he turned off to a small location, almost right by the sea: ‘there’s my spot, he said.
They sat down in the warm and cozy house – there was toast and sardines with whisky – as they looked out on the wilderness.
Then it was 10.30 pm and it’s dark and she’s tired now; meanwhile, Bjorn was doing strange things in his computer, ‘bits’ and ‘bots’ and ‘non-fungible tokens’ – of which she knew nothing and she smiled as she went to bed, wrapped up next to her huge big bag.
She woke up and it was almost light; she went out and down to the beach, how many grains of sand are there, could she hold just one in her hand? and then it happened…
Suddenly, a green smudge of light materialised as the magical spectacle began; it skipped across the darkness of space, while the shimmering liquid flames danced around the sky: it was the aurora borealis.
the angel and the mermaid what we do every day we stand in the park not moving at all but later, it’s dark and silent and the gates are closed and in the moon light the glorious graceful dancers whirling and swaying spreading joy
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Image credit: Marianna Smiley @Unsplash “Thrive” by Danial Pooper a sculpture in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant female figure who is opening her chest to show the greenery inside.There are cracks on the visage and torso of this sculpture.
the moon beckons me as the night sky’s burn brighter her moon becomes radiant my magical dreams drift on and offer tiny pulses of light
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Image credit: Kenrick Mills @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a full moon in a cloudy sky. It’s night time and the clouds behind the moon are illuminated by the moonlight in an eerie fashion.
The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, had been staying in her bolt hole place, a tiny flat right up on the rickety stairs, in Montmartre, near the cemetery; a useful place where she’d already sold her little picture for her tidy profit, just a week ago.
Now it was time to go, she grabbed her important things in her big bag; all she would need was some new warm clothes, buying them from a small boutique shop.
Soon she was making her way to the train, taking her to Charles de Gaulle airport, where she had been many times; she also liked to move around from place to place, often in different continents, but she’d never been to Iceland, it would be the coldest place she’d ever been.
After the usual performance to get in the plane and take off, including keeping her eyes shut for a couple of minutes, everything was fine; now she was quite happy to enjoy her gin and tonic, and look forward to seeing some of her friends from the Cafe, although what there were all doing was a mystery to her for the moment.
About three hours later, she’d been reading most of the time, but now there was a great deal of turbulence, as she put everything away and buckled up her seat belt tightly; she looked out from the window, and suddenly a huge plume of fire burst out from the volcano as it erupted.
too much pollution too many plastic bags and bottles
it should be a better place so make it happen
just a little help and hope
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Image credit: Tom Barrett @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of a walkway/ street, at a time when the shadows cast by the sun are out of proportion larger than the people walking the street.
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