#Writephoto ‘Rolling Stones’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem

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Rolling Stones

While ancient arches stare

Wide-eyed, at the languid

Leaves and slippery moss walls,

Stones roll along the stream

Into the vast unknown,

Searching for the distant

Place where restless, merry

Pebbles skip and frolic,

 While gathering no moss,

Even if they know there

is no satisfaction

In trying to escape

the rhythm of the music.

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Roll on Mick Jagger!

Somehow, today photo prompt took me to The Rolling Stones…

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This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information. 

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#Writephoto ‘Feast on the Sunset’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information. 

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Feast on the Sunset

Sip the joy,

Swallow the pain,

Savour the love,

Slowly drink the sun,

Smell the bliss,

Feast on your life.

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Sink into the beauty,

Sail through the sorrow,

Search in the sky,

Spray with the sea,

Stay still in your soul,

Feast on yourself.

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Sprint through the struggle,

Soar through the storm,

Slide like a swan,

Swing to the stars,

Sing your survival,

Feast on your story.

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Stroke the sky,

Sprinkled with sunrise,

Sway with the scars,

Search for silence,

Start your script and

Feast on the sunset.

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#Writephoto ‘Marsha’s Sister’ #FridayFictioneers #Flash Fiction

This 100-word flash fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

This week’s Write Photo prompt by Sue Vincent has taken me to another weekly fiction challenge I take part in Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, check it out it’s also based on a photo prompt, 100 word maximum response, with a supportive group of participants. If you love reading and writing flash fiction Why don’t you join in?

I’m writing a weekly story on Friday Fictioneers about Alice, a creative child, her parents Marsha and Kevin, and her best friend Billy, but it won’t end there, more friends, relatives, teachers, doctors etc. will eventually be included in my weekly 100-word stories.  

They are all standalone stories, but if you’d like to read more of Alice’s stories, here they are!

Recently, Alice’s wealthy grandmother, who lived in a huge and spooky country house, has just passed. Alice and her parents are moving into her house, so when I saw this week’s photo prompt, I couldn’t help but tell a story including Alice, her mother, her grandmother, and another mysterious character, who also popped in last week’s story…

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Marsha’s Sister

Marsha was folding and storing her mother’s clothes for the charity shop. She looked up at the trembling ceiling. Who was in the attic?

Marsha rushed upstairs. ‘What are you doing here, Alice?’

‘Come inside, Mummy.’

Marsha froze. A wall only she felt blocked the entrance.

‘I’ve never been inside and you shouldn’t be here either.’

‘Whose toys are these, Mummy?’

Marsha wiped away a tear.  ‘My sister’s.’

‘You had a sister?’

‘Yes,’ Marsha whispered.

‘And you never played with her?’

‘She died before I was born.’

‘What a pity. She loves sharing her toys and having company. Come inside.’

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I’d love to read your comments on Alice’s story.

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Thursday Photo Prompt #WritePhoto #NationalPoetryMonth ‘Shore’ #amwriting #poem ‘I am the sand’

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

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I Am The Sand

I am the sand,

Trapped in your hourglass.

Seeping smoothly down your neck.

You can tip me up or down,

Stopping the flow of my grains,

But you cannot hold time.

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He is the sea,

Pushing forward mercilessly,

Like the hands on a clock,

Stopping for no one,

Caring for nothing,

Overwhelming us all.

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He is persistent and I am compliant,

He’s unrelenting, while I am forgiving,

His waves are strong and tenacious,

He overpowers me with his demands,

He will flood my beaches and erode our world.

And you, you will sit and watch, helplessly.

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Thursday Photo Prompt #WritePhoto #NationalPoetryMonth The Haunted Castle #amwriting #poem

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

The Haunted Castle

She stood the test of time,

Towering proudly on the summit,

Watching over the raging sea,

Howling in the wind, ‘Come back!’

Convinced he must obey her,

The Queen of the haunted castle,

Terrified the travellers who dared

To venture through the ancient arch.

‘I’ll stay in my mighty castle,

Till the stones have ground to dust,

And the seas have all gang dry,

My love, I’ll wait till the end of time.’

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Thursday Photo Prompt: ‘Too Bright’ #writephoto #amwriting #poetry

This post was written in response to this week’s Sue Vincent’s Writephoto prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

Too Bright

Sometimes the sky’s too bright.

The dazzling light melts our thoughts,

And blinds our minds.

Sometimes a moment of brilliance,

Becomes an instant of glittering madness,

An illusion of eternal clarity,

Spinning our mind into a flash

Of confusion.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget

The lies we heard

And the tears we shed.

They hold the intensity and the radiance,

Of the moment that outshines the pain,

Which never aches,

Because once,

The sky was too bright.

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This poem is meant as a tribute to the great Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, from whom I have borrowed the first line of his famous poem: ‘Sometimes the Sky’s Too Bright‘.

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Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto #amwriting #poetry

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt

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Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 29th March.

Our Shadows

Shadows.

Dark spaces,

by the light,

Untouched.

Black cloaks,

by clouds cast,

Unforgiving.

Ghostly scepters,

from beyond,

Unseen.

Distant memories,

of bygone days,

unforgotten.

Sad moments,

drowned in tears,

Unheard.

Doomed thoughts,

by fears devoured,

Unspoken.

Our Shadows,

in their pursuit,

Unrelenting.

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