Thursday photo prompt "Those stones don't belong to our time, they exist here only in our minds..." I hear the words, I see the mist, I wish I could go back. "You don't need to, just wait for this veil to be lifted in the sunshine, then you will see, the true spirits dancing, … Continue reading Dance #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt No, we haven't forgotten: through this gate we walked, you and I, when the wall was new, the grass so green, and the sky so clear. We believed, the future was a wide alley, bordered with roses, your hand in mine, our eyes to the horizon. Then came the clouds, and … Continue reading Forgotten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "We have been here before today, haven't we?" The question was directed to me, yet I wondered who the "we" included. I guessed perhaps not me, or not just me. For I never was here, on my own or alone with her, but it might have been in a group, in … Continue reading Rooted #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Beyond is our world: this is the threshold, how far mortals can trade. Beyond is where we belong, we, who once lived and haunt these woods. Beyond you can see us for who we are: the way humans were, Before the Fall.
Inspired by an evening, roaming through the second floor of the Alte Nationalgalerie in Berlin In the morning I went to the gym and trained as usual, carefully. I felt relaxed, the dizziness was gone. Back home, the most important person had gone to her own class. We would meet later, and I had … Continue reading Toteninsel
Thursday photo prompt We stood silent, and felt the temperature rise a little, as morning light reflected on the monolith. We moved a little closer, you held my hand tighter. Was that a shimmer on the surface of the rock? "It's alive, and it has sensed us", you said very low. "It knows … Continue reading Timeless #writephoto
Way-Stone It is there, through the trees, you can tell how old it is showing the way, through this magic wood, through time, back to the days, when knights rested here, dreaming of you: Guinevere...
Watcher The moor already wears its autumn veil, and, soon, we will be home. I know what you will say, when we walk up the hill, towards the place we have chosen for our retreat. "Look! He's waiting for us, he's there, can you see him?" But I know that only you can see … Continue reading Watcher #writephoto
Circle They were six of them, and their leader may have been Galahad. There, they fought, back to back, from one dawn to the next, for days and nights, against the armies of Evil. There they died, for, then, knights never surrendered. And there, the circle of stones remind us: the battle continues, and … Continue reading Circle #writephoto
Wishes They danced around the old stone, young and old, to the sound of pipes and drums, evoking ancient spirits, and secret deities. Then the elders had let the villagers hang the colours of their wishes, and he had waited a little while. He wanted the spirits to grant him one favour. As he … Continue reading Wishes #writephoto