it’s warm and mellow
she prances and pirouettes
her name is Selene
she has a strawberry glow
and she is captivating
~The moon and I have a secret. She knows the reason why I’m smiling~
— Sanober Khan
she has two faces
and she goes further away
it’s frosty silver
and then she dances again
the next time she’s moon bathing
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It’s a Tanka Puente – gorgeous!
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
The priest muttered again before leaving to go to a tiny church at the end of the cemetery, ‘hardly anyone goes there anymore, but I’m always speaking very much aloud, since most of the congregation are completely deaf,’ and with that, he left.
The red-headed woman and Francis were both about to speak, but as usual she jumped in first; ‘strands of hair keep getting in my face, I really need to go to the hairdressers – cut and colour, and vibrant, of course.’
There was not much to say about that, thought Francis, so he launched into almost a speech: ‘you know that it’s a full moon tonight, don’t you, and I believe you remember the fiasco several months ago, so we all need to turn it down.’
‘People are very much allowed to walk around our cemetery and including the information about the Large Quarries in the main drag, but I’m putting these notices on all the gates, it says, “no-one is allowed, from sunset to sunrise” – do you think that’s enough?’
‘Sure it’s fine,’ said Joan and Scatty as the two of them appeared, ‘come on,’ said Joan, ‘we can all mingle in the square later, no-one would worry about that,’ – ‘no shape-shifting then I suppose?’ said Scatty.
Later, the red-headed woman appeared in the square; she’d been to the hairdressers, and now she had a new colour on her very short hair, ‘it’s called strawberry blonde – astounding,’ she grinned, ‘just like the strawberry moon, isn’t that right?’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ALLOWED, ALOUD, ASTOUND
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: STRAND
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books, so many books
how many have I read
I wonder
just say, lots
long ones, short ones
mostly fiction
but many different genres
and also lovely poetry
I look on my shelves
I look in my kindle
so many unread books
there is no way
I will read all of them
before I am gone
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Image credit: Priscilla Du Preez @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a stack of books the spine and title of the books are hidden from view. The books are arranged in order of size. The smallest is at the top.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #292 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
He smiles and jokes and explains tall tales. He’s in his element.
From morning to evening, and even later, he’s busy.
Many people look up, staring and taking photos.
He’s a real live wire.
Sometimes there will be a pigeon on his head, but he doesn’t mind.
But we can’t hear him.
Not a word.
But he continues and he seems to be happy.
And if it’s really dark, and no one’s around, he’ll drop down.
There’s a park bench and it’s a great place to sleep.
But he’s back in his usual place before anyone else is around.
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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.
(99 words)
Chilly Nights
twilight
blissful but bare
all the trees are stark now
clouds move more quickly, pink and cream
gorgeous
inside
warming my tea, while staring out
night sky is upon us
and she is here
dear moon
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It’s an American cinquain and a reverse cinquain – very nice!
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
‘Another fuse has blown again,’ muttered the ancient priest; he turned his head to see a rather striking red-headed woman who had just stood up and dusted herself down, and then beamed; she looked to Francis (whom she knew really rather well, particularly since he was a vampire), and then she looked to the ancient priest – ‘maybe I can help?’ she said.
The ancient priest muttered again: ‘well, I’m not an oracle, that’s for sure, and it isn’t mention in my job description either, but I don’t know what’s the matter with that thing; I’m stumped.’
But now the red-headed woman was able to say: ‘I am a dab hand at many things, including changing fuses, come on let’s do it.’
So they opened the crypt and crept down, and fortunately a large torch was at hand, and it was charged.
She carefully walked across and opened the fuse box, ‘now, the best thing is to turn off all of it, then changed the broken one, and then pushed them all up again,’ as she grinned; and a moment later the crypt was light again, although it was in the underground, of course.
She looked around, ‘there is hardly anything here,’ she looked rather disappointed, as she said: ‘no coffins now then,’ as she looked to Francis; ‘certainly not,’ he replied, ‘all our stuff is much more modern, and in another place anyway, but I guess we don’t need to go there any more, we can just close it down.’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: OPEN, OFFAL, ORACLE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FUSE
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she just arrived
on this beautiful bay
azure on the water
creamy white sands
and up in the sky
little billowing clouds
she began to walk
slowly but surely
it will take all day
and then the sun will go down
she’ll lay her eggs
then later she’ll return
back into the ocean
and looking up to the moon
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Image credit: Adam Azim @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a sea turtle emerging from the sea and traveling on the sand. Behind it, you can blue sea and a sky dotted with small white clouds.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #291 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
‘A bendy bus?’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Look, here’s a picture on that magazine.’
‘What do you think about that?’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those.’
‘What does it say?’
They both peer at it.
‘Oh, it says it’s an electric bus.’
‘An electric bus?’
They looked to each other.
‘My word!’
They continued to look at it.
‘It says that the bendy buses are very clean and quiet.’
‘Hmm, how nice.’
‘It says they almost purr.’ ‘Ha, like a cat, perhaps?’
‘Maybe so.’
They both grinned.
‘I’m pretty sure we will never see one of those here.’
‘Indeed not.’
‘Well, not to worry, we don’t really like buses, do we?’
‘No, certainly not.’
‘We like our cars much better.’
‘You have your posh lorry, and I’ve my big bakkie.’
‘And look, both of them are ready – and both of them have all new tyres now.’
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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.
(150 words)
it’s pristine
the beach is so beautiful
waves are dancing around
there’s so many shells
picking up some
to take home
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It’s a Seox – lovely!
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Willow
Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin
The red-headed women had laced up her new trainers and walked off to find what she would do, she was pleased with them, they were all the rage apparently, they were very comfortable and practical too – cool, in fact – so she continued to walk further to the cemetery, known as the Cemetery of the Large Quarries (and an interesting fact).
She’d not seen her two lovely gargoyles for ages, nor any of her vampire friends, and although she had a good day, and night, including a rather nice dinner in a bistro, just off the main road in Montmartre, she was still missing all of them.
She was still musing about what she had eaten and drunk last evening; especially that final little drink – absinthe, one of the favourite ones from the vampire people, and the best one, according to Francis.
And at that moment, the red-headed woman saw Francis, he was sitting reading by one of the graves in the shade, almost blissful she’d thought.
She was about to mosey over to him, but then someone else appeared, and who was he, she wondered; she watched as they greeted each other, he was stooped and wizened, and wearing a large hat, and then she realised he was a priest, and a very old one to boot.
The red-headed woman got closer, trying to catch the name, but all she could hear was ‘Father…’, gosh that was annoying; she was so interested to listen that she tripped… oh bother.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 –Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: RATHER, FATHER, FURTHER
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: LACE
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