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RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku: Poetry Prompt Challenge #227 #Truth&Honour

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The seeker of truth

will find honour and deceit

in equal measure

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Time for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Stark #writephoto

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The tweet had come through to my phone whilst we were driving over to see my aged Mother. This was to be a surprise visit. For three weeks she had been pestering me to introduce my latest girlfriend to her. I suppose she was as shocked as I that a nice young girl was willing to accommodate my foibles, bad habits and awful sense of humour and be foolish enough to meet me more than once.

Every time I had ever mentioned a girl’s name I could imagine her plotting  a wedding. So far, she had been disappointed and I wasn’t sorry to keep dashing her hopes.

I could imagine her reaction when I had announced that I’d met someone and this crazy girl had expressed a desire to meet her despite my reservations and thinly veiled warnings.

The afore-mentioned was called Sally, and was beside me in the car. She picked up the phone when the notification sounded and told me that it was a tweet then asked if I was happy for her to read it for me.

It transpired that a Great grey shrike had been sighted about fourteen miles away from our destination. Sally was aware that I was a pretty keen birdwatcher and had occasionally sat quietly in  a bird hide with me and despite her probable boredom had manged to retain a sense of humour. I sensed that under the attractive exterior was a  closet twitcher.

This bird would be a first for me and as I always carried binoculars in the car this was an opportunity not to be missed. We stopped and taking the phone from her I checked the time of the message. Then we  pulled the atlas out of the glove compartment and with a growing excitement on my part, started to plan the route to the last known sighting place. We could  get there within half an hour. It was out at the edge of the moor, quite close to one of the narrow B roads that abound in that part of the country.

As we approached the site it was easy  to spot for there were quite a few cars drawn up along the grass verges. We followed suit and grabbing my binoculars and camera we headed for a break in the granite, dry-stone wall. Luckily the ground was dry as there had been unseasonably little rain for the past couple of months.

There was a small group of people standing about a hundred yards from the opening; a few standing next to tripods on which were perched cameras with telephoto lenses attached. Each as long and thick as one of my arms. All lenses pointing at a medium height ash tree with sharp, snapped limbs and very little leaf cover.

Sally and I tagged on the end of the semi-circle and raising my glasses I started to focus on the bare branches. It only took a couple of minutes to spot the first tell-tale sign of the shrike. Festooned over the spiky, short branches I spotted a frog, two mice and numerous large flying  insects, all hanging grotesquely like circus acrobats frozen in mid-swing. Each little corpse starkly silhouetted against  the darkening sky. A few twitched haphazardly in their death throes. I asked Sally if she wanted a look and was surprised at her eagerness to take the glasses from me. She asked me what was happening there so I explained about the rather gruesome habits of this bird, also known as the Butcher bird. Her fascination was palpable  when I explained that the bird catches prey when it can and uses a tree or sometimes a wire fence as a larder in case  food becomes scarce.

An excited  tremor passed through the group and all eyes went up as suddenly the focus of our attention turned to a small grey bird that flew rapidly back to the tree. Then it hopped from branch to branch looking for another natural hook on which to hang  the still struggling body of a field-mouse. Then he was off again and with my desire to add this bird to my list sated, Sally and I took a few photos of the grisly display. With a broad grin on both our faces we  returned to the car to continue our journey.

I was happy that Sally had been so interested  but the look on her face when I told her about the larder could be a bit worrying as it might show a different side to her character..

 

 

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MlMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 31st 2018, raindrops shimmer #Haibun #Trapdoor

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Perspiring raindrops

shimmer in the warm sun’s glow,

soon to form rainbows.

Her trap is set. Grasping the last strand she sits motionless in the dark, cool sand at the bottom of her burrow and waits. She feels a vibration and tensing her legs prepares to grasp  and pierce her prey. The trapdoor springs up and a flood of raindrops rush in soaking  the fur that covers her black, bloated body. A desert flash storm. She leaves the trapdoor open knowing that it will soon dry in the bright sun then she can continue her lonely vigil.

 

 

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 108, “Afraid & Grave,” #SynonymsOnly

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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/

 

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

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Let the clocks strike twelve

then the hunger will begin

that the hordes may feed

 

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Sue Vincent’s wonderful Thursday photo prompt #Writephoto #Haibun

 

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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.

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#Weekly Tanka Prompt #119 Nature and Wilderness

Part of our Nature

is the pursuit of progress

and a life of ease.

Giving  in to temptation,

your soul is a Wilderness.

 

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 94 #100WW

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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.

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Anyone else like to try this Quiz, just a bit of fun I hope

Received this quiz from The Bag Lady rugby843 Insight into the real me . . .

1. Do you like blue cheese? Yes
2. Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi max
3. Do you own a gun? No
4. What flavor of Kool-aid? Lever heard of it
5. Hot dogs? Bratwurst
6. Favorite TV show? Horizon
7. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes
8. What do you drink in the morning? Coffee
9. Can you do a push-up? Yes but elbows not keen
10. Favorite Jewelry? Crucifix
11. Favorite Hobby? Archaeology
12. Do you have ADD? Not sure but probably yes
13. Do you wear glasses? Yes
14. Favorite cartoon character? Sexist Sid
15. Three things you did today? Walked dogs, played scrabble, drank gin
16. Three drinks you drink regularly? Coffee, gin, whisky
17. Current movies? I like to watch The Haunting
18. Do you believe in magic? Yes
19. Favorite place to be? Bugis street, Singapore
20. How did you ring in the New Year? Coal and scotch in hand
21. Travel? Where would you go? Antarctic
22. Name five people who will most likely read this? I have no idea
23. Favorite movie? Braveheart
24. Favorite color? Skyblue pink
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Never tried
26. Can you whistle? Yes
27. Where are you now? Home
29. Favorite food? Roast beef
30. Least favorite chore? Ironing socks
31. Best job you can think of? Recycling operative
32. What’s in your pockets? Handkerchief
33. Last thing that made you laugh? Facebook cartoon
34. Favorite animal? Manatee
35. What’s your most recent injury? Broken ankle
36. How many TV’s are in your house? One
37. Worst pain ever? Perianal abscess packing removal
38. Do you like to dance? You must be joking
39. Are your parents still alive? No
40. Do you enjoy camping? Yes
Now copy and paste to your status and update with your answers.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #223 Rise&Fall

 

As the waters rise.

the civilisations fall

fables of the Flood

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