Monthly Archives: September 2018

Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto, parting of the ways

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Somehow we both knew

that this was where we should part,

go separate ways,

going round the obstacles

in the stony stream of life

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Museum exhibit four hundred and thirty nine

Having recently heard of the recent death of Rick Turner, the archaeologist who played a major role in the identification of Lindow man, I thought I would post a relevant poem.

For me no stone at head or feet,
Buried ‘neath the sodden peat,
Full three times I died at the hands
of former dwellers in this land,
messenger to the gods my fate,
my kinsmen’s problems to relate
our hunting failures, weather woes
humiliation by our foes,
my message to our Gods was clear
but they pretended not to hear,
With wrists behind me tightly bound,
A cord around my neck was wound,
a rock against my temple dashed
then with a knife, throat crudely slashed
my patriotic chore now done
in Eden’s glade my spirit runs,
though from the earth my body raised
my final bed a tomb full-glazed,
and as I lie in endless slumber
my name forgotten, now just a number.

 

 

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Ten Word Photo Prompt:

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There must be something I can accuse this one of.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 90

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“He’s doing it again. I don’t believe how he can just stroll around with his little tail swishing from side to side like a fly whisk.

Not a care in the world. His heavy feet trudging through the leaves and debris.

Suddenly, without warning he stops and then lets out squeals of delight as he digs his nose furiously into the ground.  Then he starts scraping furiously.

He’s oblivious to everything. You could punch him, do anything and he would never notice. Just carries on digging into the soft earth.

Oh if only I could find truffles like that pig.”

 

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#WEEKLY #TANKA #PROMPT #POETRY CHALLENGE – WEEK 115 – SEASONS & HARMONISED

was it just by chance

or maybe some grand design

we may never know

but when the earth gained it’s tilt

it harmonised the seasons

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Glimpse of nature

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Through the sunlit glass,

two flower clocks floated by

hand in hand, rolling,

just content to be carried

on the gentle, Autumn breeze.

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Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #220 – He & She

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He looked in her eyes,

she dropped her gaze to the floor,

the question answered.

 

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Farewell to romance, #Tanka

In the waiting  room

you took my cold hand in yours

warming and soothing

and I remember the words

that dealt the blow to my heart

 

 

the emptiness that remains

will remain an open wound

 

 

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P haiku

magpie taps baton,

the robin takes up his flute,

soundtrack to the dawn

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Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Pillars #writephoto, Pyroplastic surge

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It was frustrating. For two days we had been sitting down in the hot, humid cellar. Our wine was warm, our food was cold. At least we could breathe down here, unlike in the street above. The choking fumes clogged our nostrils, the tiny wind-blown cinders got into our throats. Everyone was coughing and the stench was unbearable.

From what they said it seemed to be getting worse outside. Last night only a few of us had come down but today more and more people started arriving. Most had not brought anything down with them in their panic. They were just concerned with getting away from the ash cloud that sat like a dragon atop the hill. The very ground had started to groan and shudder as if all the denizens of the underworld were on the move.

My father had told us that we need not worry as this had happened many times before.He stayed in the villa thinking that it would soon pass but the Gods appeared to be really angry this time. No-one was sure how to placate them. Even the priests from the temple had decided to join us.

As the daylight, what there was of it, due to the sun having been smothered by the dark cloud, began to fade for the second day we heard a strange noise. It was like a low moaning and it seemed to be getting louder.

I shouted for everyone to be quiet and as our babble subsided we realised that the sound was coming from a great wind that was flowing through the passageways. Some of the women started to wail and before long both men and women started to sob as we realised something terrible was about to happen. Strangely there was no panic and I could hear my companions starting incantations. Before long even the chanting ceased.

Wrapping my cloak around my shoulders \I took my wife and daughter in my arms. We huddled against the wall and the stifling air grew steadily hotter. I can write no more. I will sleep and hopefully return to my beloved Pompeii home in the morning.

 

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