Weekly Writing Prompt #155
I know his tricks, and I can recognise the face, his, or of one of his “staff“, as he likes to call his minions. I have seen him a few times, in the old city, never in the same guise, even as an attractive person, disappearing at will in the crowd. Always, I heed his moves, his looks, for, sometime, he betrays his goal, his intentions, and reveals who will be his next prey.
Photo: Noter-Dame de Paris, collection privée, Paris in the 30’s.
Weekly Writing Prompt #154
The thin line
between light and dawn:
the thrill of knowing,
Weekly Writing Prompt #153
Away from this stage,
is another test –
where force plays no role,
but the changing face,
the soft verses,
of an everlasting poem…
Photo: Jardins du Luxembourg, Paris, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
Weekly Writing Challenge #150
We lie on the meadow, a mid-summer dream,
High above the woods, a large bird soars to the deep blue sky:
we have seen the mark, the proof that she was there,
among us, our dearest ghost…
Photo: Medway valley, ©2014 Honoré Dupuis
Weekly Writing Challenge #149
It started with a gentle rain, as above the valley dark clouds shrouded the high mountain peak. Soon, there would be a downpour, when the narrow path would yield to the torrent of scree and icy water from the cliff.
Then, he might have a last chance to shoot, before nightfall, before this small world sunk into darkness. That was if he could find his prey.
Photo: Dolomiten, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
Weekly Writing Challenge #148
There you stand,
the only one of your kind left,
Feet wet, maybe,
but your crown dried out – as if your part
was to play,
the dead tree on the island;
a sad note on the emerald lake.
Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis
Weekly Writing Prompt #146
This was the part he disliked, a role torn from his past, somewhere, far back, as if a trap was slowly closing, as if a fuse was slowly burning…
Picture: Edvard Munch, Vampyr, 1893 – source Wikimedia Commons
Writing Prompt #145
He said it was a hard case, hard to comprehend and, hence, hard to solve. Yet we should not muddle through: we had to keep a clear mind, and we should not assume the assassin was mad.
Picture: der “Tatort” in der ARD, source: web.de
Weekly Writing Prompt #144
They were aware of a change in sounds, of different scents in the air. Though they knew they were still in the same bond with the City, they did not know, now, when now was.
People walked past them, without seeing them, as if they themselves had become invisible, in a magic circle, as if they had survived a Shift in Time.
Picture: Sans Souci, Potsdam, Schlosse Nacht – ©2015 Honoré Dupuis
Weekly Writing Challenge #143
His gaze followed the road, as its silvery line slowly disappeared through the woods. As the sky was getting darker, he thought he would have to walk faster to avoid the storm.
This world was different, the landscape diffused, as if on the brink of disappearance. Was this reality, or only a dream?
Picture: Church in Lübars, Berlin © 2017 HonoréDupuis