The dust of ages
covers the petrified bones
in the sepulchre.
Memories of ancestors,
unknown but not forgotten.
written for https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/10/30/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-108-afraid-grave-synonymsonly/
The dust of ages
covers the petrified bones
in the sepulchre.
Memories of ancestors,
unknown but not forgotten.
written for https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/10/30/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-108-afraid-grave-synonymsonly/
Filed under As you read it, From the heart, History, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Tanka
Let the clocks strike twelve
then the hunger will begin
that the hordes may feed
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Inspired by fable, Otherworldly, Self compositions
I
wandered
through the old
places where you
and I used to stroll
and hangout together,
as the memories flooded
in, bringing smiles tinged with remorse,
reminders that my life will go on
but the enchantment of those moments lost.
Filed under From the heart, Self compositions
Beautiful bower,
Stained marble stones hide bleached bones.
A place of sadness.
From his raised throne at the head of the hall, the Compte LaReine turned to his master chevalier.
“I’ll see them now, my three guests.”
The heavy oak doors at the end of the hall swung back and three white robed knights were invited into the long, wood-panelled hall. They had surrendered their swords and shields, distinctively marked with the red long-halted cross.
The three approached the dais and bowed low before the Count. Dubois, their spokesman started to introduce himself and his companions but was rudely interrupted by a loud, bellowing voice demanding the reason for their apparent desertion from the Templar order.
Unbeknown to them the Count was dismayed that they had not been willing to divulge the whereabouts of the legendary famed Templar treasure. He knew that the Order had lost favour and wished to curry favour with King Phillip. After secret negotiations he had agreed that the three, accused of heresy, although falsely, would be confined for two days and without trial, put to death as ordered by the King.
“Take them below,” he thundered and roughly, without ceremony, they were lead away. Two days later they were unceremoniously put to death and their bodies taken and placed in a shallow grave in the forest to be forgotten.
So they remained for the next two centuries until the Pope was persuaded to grant a pardon to all the French Templars and throughout the country, the bodies were exhumed where known and re-interred beneath marker stones in the territories where they were once revered for their piety and fighting prowess.
These stones remain a place of pilgrimage, although more often a destination for treasure hunters and the curious.
Part of our Nature
is the pursuit of progress
and a life of ease.
Giving in to temptation,
your soul is a Wilderness.
Filed under As you read it, From the heart, Self compositions, Tanka
It was the first day of our guided tour. Myself and the other thirty passengers exited the luxury coach as we arrived at the forbidding wire mesh gates. I assumed that like me, all were on a personal pilgrimage.
i looked around at my fellow travellers, there was no look of expectant excitement on any of the faces. On the journey the atmosphere was subdued as everyone was visiting to bring closure to stories of their family’s fate.
Photography was allowed so I sent my drone up, instantly tears formed as it picked out the child’s toy on the roof.
Art of the sailor,
with only stars and compass
the world made smaller.
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Haiku, History, Old knowledge, Self compositions
I gazed at the ashen faces and tired expressions of my companions. For three days we had been hiding atop this rocky outcrop. Shivering in the dark of the cold nights and crouched among the rocks by day, reluctant to light a fire for food and warmth in case of discovery. We had seen no aircraft overhead for the last forty-eight hours which we all agreed may have been a good sign or perhaps a sign of something worse to come.
Far below, the dark, oily, clouds of smoke drifted lazily across the plain where only a few days before there had been green, lush fields and trees. Now all was a scorched , brown, devastated wasteland.
There was no way of knowing if it would be safe to descend and although we could obtain fresh water from the numerous springs our food supplies were running low and would soon be extinguished.
There was still no phone signal and the batteries would soon be running out leaving only the radio from which we had heard nothing since we saw the bright glow in the Eastern sky with the ominous mushroom shaped cloud that could only have meant one thing.. We could only hope that there were others down below but it had all happened so fast that we could not be sure we were not the only survivors.
Had we few not been members of this expedition we also would have been victims of the catastrophe. unleashed in such a brief time.
We decided to take a vote on finding volunteers to make a descent into the valley. This would be the only way to check if there was a glimmer of hope for our and the rest of mankind’s survival.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Temperatures rising
The future beckons,
behind me lies the spectre
of my empty life.
While you remain at my side
dark days are just memories.
Filed under From the heart, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Tanka
As the waters rise.
the civilisations fall
fables of the Flood
.
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