Thursday photo prompt
You raised your arms, the dove looks about to fly away. The world is at peace, your smile reassures all of us. The small flame vacillates, one short instant. The warm light plays in your hair. How we admire your face, the beautiful eyes that greet all of us.
For we are afraid, and seek your protection. The donkey looks at you, just to make sure you understood: your people need you.
Weekly Writing Challenge #164
The artist drew the small horns, atop the hideous wings, but we have to notice the hooves. The fallen angel turns his gaze toward the snake, an act of sheer despair in the desolate landscape: the gate of Paradise is shut.
Image: Paradise lost, by Gustave Doré (Paradise Lost or James Donahue) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
A silent sweep above the early Summer moor, a flash of light, and she’s gone…
I felt the soft flutter, an angel flew by me, clueless mortal, accident of organic chemistry…