As if the good fairy… #5words

Weekly writing prompt #104

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Long ago, the ice withdrew, leaving behind deep lakes, the river and magic white sand… Today the village stands, as though the city wanted to hide, where the fairy made sure people had a fine view of the ancient valley.

In my journal I noted: “Lübars und das Tegeler Fließ”.

Inspired by the Secret Keeper’s prompt, five words, and a visit to the commune of Lübars, in the Berlin borough of Reinickendorf.

Photo: the parish church, Lübars

Jester #5words

Inspired by the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt #103

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Still in the black,

dawn not so far away,

the last dream hoists its sail –

and, I, forever the jester

the fuse of your nights,

the white noise of your world…

 

Picture: Charles Baudelaire by Felix Nadar, 1855, via afrouiafroui.tumblr.com

 

To Saint George #5words

Writing Prompt #102, by the Secret Keeper

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In a field so vast

it looked like space,

there, was the charming dragon slain

by your hand,

even though

you had scarce reason,

and none to provide: gratuitous act

in a field so vast…

it broke my heart.

 

Image: Fallen Empire© (2017 / Digital) – Bahrull Marta, via scribe4haxanscribe4haxan.tumblr.com

Enchantment

Weekly Writing Prompt #100

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He found her story enchanting, and the way she was telling it to him a real treat. The fire in his mind was a mere flicker, for the predator within him had long given up: his life was now just about beauty, art, and good stories. So he would write, what he heard, and what had inspired him.

She, in turn, was playing with his mind, yet another victim of the wicked witch.

Picture: Fisherwoman, Odilon Redon, via fleurdulysfleurdulys.tumblr.com

Au Luxembourg #5Words

Weekly Writing Prompt #96

 

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She appears lost in thoughts,

Perhaps about the poor poet,

He who immortalised her…

We do not know where

She now lies, in peace.

Here, the card says “Laure”,

But he knew her as Laura,

So that there is a doubt,

As to whether she was the one

Who inspired him.

Here, in a press of children, of tourists,

She dreams among the queens,

And the senators,

Until her fall

 

Photo: statue de Laure de Sade, dite de Noves, par Auguste Ottin, Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris (Honoré Dupuis)