Weekly writing prompt #104
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
Inspired by the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt #103
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
Writing Prompt #102, by the Secret Keeper
In a field so vast
it looked like space,
there, was the charming dragon slain
by your hand,
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
Weekly Writing Prompt #100
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
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)
Weekly Writing Prompt #95
The smile in your eyes is more than all the fame
in this sick world,
For I long left to others
the bitter taste of the fight
except the one for you, whose shadow
I will follow
to the end of time…
Image: Tucson Museum of Modern Art, Arizona