there is something
about a portrait in sepia
the delicate hue and the softly faded smile
not standardized or digitized or posted somewhere in the cloud
save it – print it – don’t lose it – you’ll regret it
and always keep your memories
stored safely in
your heart
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #32 photo prompt.
Image credit: DariuszSankowski on Pixabay
Dark trees, darkened house,
sense of dread inside your head.
Go on, step softly, lest he hear you
What goes on inside that house?
Light spills out, a shadow moves
Hold your breath, keep still, keep calm!
The light grows stronger, pulls you near.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You look up, the figure beckons.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Gripped by his gaze he draws you in.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You venture onward, up the stairs.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Dark trees, darkened house,
no longer have that sense of dread?
Come closer now, you’re almost there
Welcome to the vampire’s lair!
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #31 photo prompt.
Image credit: Art Tower on Pixabay
Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?
A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt.
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay
The Cutesy-Pie Snow-People were the craze of the century that Christmas. Their sweet little faces and animated features melted the hardest of hearts, and by mid-December every garden, balcony and complex had their own little Cutesy-Pie.
Everyone feared what would happen to the cute little creatures come the thaw. People cleared spaces in their freezers and banded together to rented chill-rooms to accommodate them for the warmer months.
But as the snow melted the Snow-People hardened. They began to grow taller and slimmer. They lost their sweet expressions and threw off their quirky hats. People stared out at them with a new fear. Were their cute little Snow-People going to turn on them?
Then one morning as the sun rose and cast its strengthening rays over the land, the Snow-People took to the air, rising up, glinting in the sunlight like so many ice angels.
They banded together and flew north.
Satellites tracked the angels’ progress; the feed was live-streamed into every home. People watched and waited. Then, as the first light dawned over the northern pole, the angels descended. Their bodies merged with the melting glaciers and re-froze the recent permafrost.
Together the Snow-People undid the damage of decades.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #29 photo prompt.
Image credit: Alexas Photos on Pixabay
You danced for me
early that morning
when you walked me home
from the party.
Dawn was breaking,
early morning sun
shone over the river.
Your steps were so light,
we were both so free.
Now you dance no more.
But I at least still have that
early morning memory.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #28 photo prompt.
Image credit: Zhugher on Pixabay
It was widely assumed that Afterwards everything would go back to Normal.
Whatever that had been. Few remembered.
Thomas had never imagined this though. That Mother Earth would exact her revenge on the human race like this.
It could have been worse, he reflected. Being a tree wasn’t so bad.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #27 photo prompt.
Image credit: Willgard on Pixabay
Hold hard, me handsome hearties!
He yells above the storm
Together we’ll get through this
if our duties we perform.
Through stormy days and stormy nights
our trusty craft will sail
So have a care and to your posts
and we’ll survive this gale.
Through life’s uncertainties we’ll steer
a course that’s not foretold
We’ll overcome the challenges
with the fortitude of old.
So join me now and have good cheer
cast all your doubts away
with hope and strength and kindness
we’ll survive another day.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #26 photo prompt.
Image credit: Thommas on Pixabay
I have a mirror which makes
me look thinner.
Not quite svelte
but at least I can loosen my belt,
to allow the occasional treat.
So bring me chocolate and sweets
and sugary treats
and promise not to tell
That the width of my waist
when sucked in with haste,
isn’t as large as I think
when approaching the sink
to wash up the debris of sin.
But here’s to the spring
when each living thing
starts to frolic and dance in the sun.
I’ll be hidden away
with the stash of today:
chocolate bunnies and eggs
and a book.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #25 photo prompt.
Image credit: Annca on Pixabay
In that darkest hour
just before dawn
when night-time terrors
clutch my heart
You are here.
In black-dog moments
when tears well up
and despair’s dark hands
wrench me apart
You are here.
When sunbeams stream forth
as storm clouds part
and laughter and song
fill my heart
You are here.
And we will survive
this troubled world
because together, my love
we are strong.
Written as a ‘two for one’ prompt response to:
1) Sadje’s What Do You See #24 photo prompt – photo credit: Pexels.
2) Di of Pensitivity 101‘s Three Things Challenge #198 – phobia, cry, laugh (loosely)
The sun cast its first golden rays across the heathland. Sinead and Moonsprite had been walking all night. They’d pursued the path in the starlight, pushing aside all thoughts of what lurked in the darkness beyond. Sinead had drawn the Sword of Elshain several times, but no creature had dared approach.
Both were tired now.
The path led to a stand of pine trees beckoning safety. They settled down on the soft-scented forest floor, guarding Moonsprite’s saddle bag and its precious contents between them. Sinead gathered her cloak around her, the Sword of Elshain under her hand.
Awaking to find the sun high in the sky, Sinead shared out the last of the stale oatcakes. She opened the Prophesy Book and continued reading. Raising her eyes she now saw a towering castle wall beyond the trees.
Foretold in the Prophesy Book, the first of the four last challenges lay within.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #23 photo prompt.
Image credit: Leah Kelly on Pexels
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