Thursday photo prompt "Will they be waiting for us? It doesn't look so far, just a few steps, not a big deal, not as if we had to go on a boat, as some have to. And there is no island, just a circle of stones..." Indeed, there are several gates to enter Paradise.
How to fight Evil? Some say, the Goods and the Angels must rise: only the Sword can triumph, in the Name of all that is Holly. I am no longer so sure. Isn't the Enemy already among us? Can we still recognise the Fallen one, among the Angels? For he's an expert of disguise, … Continue reading Catharsis
This year it may have arrived late, but now, it is here. The time of the year when shadows play tricks, shallow shapes appear, as if conjured up by a malicious genie, and then disappear, erased. This lovely vision may not be real, those blond hair, flying in the light wind, are not what they … Continue reading Fallen leaves
Thursday photo prompt What we see, the beauty around us, the clear water, the trees... We do not have words, in your language, to express our admiration, no, our love for your world. Where we come from, but you could not start imagining what it means, there is no such beauty. I should say, … Continue reading Span #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.
Thursday photo prompt There, long ago, when we had space, and the air was pure, there we lived: us, the whole tribe, the children, the very old, the wise and the fools. At night we were safe, the sea protected us. We had many friends, and few enemies. We were poor, and strong. The … Continue reading Threshold #writephoto
Three Things Challenge: PL18 velvet, cloud, hippie Late in the day, emerging from his grass cloud, the ageing hippie saw you, asleep, as you once were, on the velvet pastel of the pool.
Thursday photo prompt "Where," she thought, "where shall I meet you, where for our next date, my dear, so dear love?" There is no light, darkness reigns, but she knows a place, deep in her memories, the rose garden, in late Spring, the fragrance of the blooms, the humming of the bees. She remembers, … Continue reading Fragrant #writephoto
Imagination "It's a puzzle," I said as we looked up the victorian wall. "There was something there, before, and the artist..." But I realised my companion was not listening, rather he was looking closely at the colours, and delicately taking small samples of the paint he carefully saved in an envelop. "I wish I … Continue reading Imagination #writephoto
I leave the lutheran bells ringing clear, behind, the sky a dull lead blanket, but soon I see the green shoots: Nature, the knowing lover, is holding them back, in this chilled Sunday morning, as if to moderate our impatience. She knows how to prolong the foreplay, make us wait, nurse our lust, dream of … Continue reading Afrikanische Straße