weekly #writephoto They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the … Continue reading Lake #writephoto
Light
Gnomes
What wakes me up at five every morning? Is it light? Unlikely. Is it a noise? Maybe, but then it is very faint. Is it a dream? Possible. But this morning I had another thought. Are "they" trying to tell me something? Are "they" telling me to go away? Have I disturbed them? Did they … Continue reading Gnomes
Glisten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Is this you, running toward me, in the dying light of our star? Is it you, or your double, or your servant? I know it cannot be you, how much I wished it were. But I know: I lost you, eons ago, far away. Tonight I remember, the long voyage, the … Continue reading Glisten #writephoto
Painted #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt He painted on the large canvasses we now see in the Orangery Museum. A quiet man, who took the time to look at the light, the pale greens, the tender colours of the young plants. His garden is a spot for dreaming, thinking back to a time of peace. And then … Continue reading Painted #writephoto
Together #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt We walk this path, distant but together, like shadows: our steps leave no mark on the wet sand, no-one is there to notice our shimmering shapes. Silent we drink the light, our ethereal bodies need no other food; once, we were flesh and blood, perhaps, or is that a dream too? … Continue reading Together #writephoto
Light #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt In this blinding light, on such a bright morning, I seek your smile, a sign, even a shard of memory. Where are you, in this, or another world? Do the rays of our star still caress your skin? Or are you now so far beyond, perhaps on an alien shore, watching … Continue reading Light #writephoto
Bright #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Often we walked in those woods, you and me, when the bluebells shone, and the sky reminded us that Easter was close by. Today, the air is clear, the ground soft to our feet, as it was then. "What is the difference?" we could ask. But we don't. We both know. … Continue reading Bright #writephoto
Being there, or here? #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #177 leaf, home, alter, light, front There, she knew well, it was her home, her friends, where she'd met him. Here, was another leaf, both of them now almost past the light, an alter-life she did not understand, even feared a little, however familiar she was with the language, the everyday words. … Continue reading Being there, or here? #fivewords
Lost souls #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #176 dance, inner, break, hue, lost A break in the clouds, the many hues of the sky, a dance of angels: the inner light of your lost dream. Image source: pexels.com
Avenue #writephoto
Avenue Under the bright green canopy we do not feel the heat of the day, nor do we venture in the full light. You and I merely enjoy the peace, the remoteness from the living. Far away, we hear children playing, perhaps even the notes of a violin, invisible, beyond the orchard. We have … Continue reading Avenue #writephoto
