Weekly Writing Prompt #178 rock, joint, inner, sight, sail Standing on a rock, alone, he lost sight of her shadow. Gone the tenuous line, the light joint in their inner lives, dissolved, her face less and less recognisable, a sail soon disappeared in the immensity of his despair. Image: Orpheus, by Pierre Amedee … Continue reading The Sight of Her #fivewords
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In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #175 charcoal, shade, pale, wake, lucid The rain fell, almost silent, but she could hear the little stream, outside, through the open window. She called the instant the lucid wake: those minutes before the first signs of the pale dawn. Then, everything is clear, the events of the past days in sharp … Continue reading In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords
Cet autre moi… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #173 tremble - hit - desire - alter - depth The fragile leaf trembles in the cold winds, its desire for warmth altered to fear in the depth of winter, soon the cruel ice will hit its feeble skin... Image source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1198169
Before dawn #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #170 A late dream, Don't I know what to expect! The storm must have woken me, And you, dear angel, Are still fast asleep... Yet I know: the Enemy and his minions strike before dawn, Hiding their hideous shapes Behind the windows' frames... I wrap myself in your gown, And swear … Continue reading Before dawn #fivewords
The Thin Line #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #154 The thin line between light and dawn: the thrill of knowing, that time will heal our despair.
Away from this stage… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #153 Away from this stage, is another test - another round, where force plays no role, but the changing face, the soft verses, of an everlasting poem... Photo: Jardins du Luxembourg, Paris, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
The Green Meadow #fivewords
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
The Tree, and the Island #fivewords
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
Torn #fivewords
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
A Shift in Time #fivewords
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 … Continue reading A Shift in Time #fivewords
