The image shows a street scene of an old town in Europe.
dawn’s pink fingers
caress the town awake softening the darkness bringing forth the light he walks alone fighting recollections of grim gun-metal days running through crimson-spattered streets dodging snipers and falling shells the war is over but remembered sounds and bitter memories remain locked inside his broken heart.
Image credit: Maksym Harbar @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #101 photo prompt.
far from the cares
of everyday life away from the sorrows away from the strife sitting together on a distant shore watching the tide washing in washing out as the sun descends and the stars appear breathing in breathing out being mindful just being
Image credit: Yulia Matvienko
A quadrille, written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #92 photo prompt.
The image sho w s two lego mini-figures sitting on pavement. Batman has an ice cone and Superman has an ice lolly!
Sunlight filters through burgeoning branches,
sparkles on pond bright water.
Birdsong fills the garden,
while insects drone.
Warm spring air lies heavy with jasmine scent
And this morning
In this moment,
All seems right with the world.
Solitude, Oil on canvas by Igor Egorov
It was isolated. Very isolated. No one for miles and miles.
That was what she wanted, what she’d planned for.
And what she needed.
The house was almost on an island. Just a rickety wooden bridge led to the lakeside.
Otherwise, just water. She could hear it lapping, gently.
On the rocks below.
She unpacked her things. Not much. Who would need much here, alone?
No-one to please, no-one to dress up for.
No-one to dress for.
Just her, the house and the elements; the water, the sky and the sound of nothing much.
She breathed in the cold air. Threw her arms wide.
She was part of it.
She had all the time she wanted now, for this would be her final journey.
She would simply be swallowed up.
Into the landscape.