Posted in Poetry

Color of Clouds #writephoto



People think that
your eyes are blue

I know better

the real you
the one you show
only to me

I know
your eyes
are the color of
clouds
against a blue, blue sky
with flecks of light

no,
flecks of sunshine

they are the color
my heart longs for
on cold winter days

the color of clouds

© 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
#writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in 
on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE. 
Posted in Poetry

#Write Photo – Swan – Imposter

Swan – Image by KL Caley

Imposter

A swan on the surface, 
though your beauty only
skin deep.

Below the surface,
the reality.

You hide
in the shadows
of deception.

An imposter
with a downy soft
exterior. 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

* This was written for KL's #write photo prompt.

 

Posted in Stories, Writing

Fume-#writephoto Dragons Do Breath Fire

Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing.  It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit.  Soon they’d see.  Maybe throwing rocks to wake him wasn’t a good idea.  But now, now they would believe me.  Dragons do breath fire.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday #writephoto prompt.  If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE. 

Posted in Writing

Offering of the Past #writephoto

The Offering: painting and photo © Sue Vincent at scvincent.com

She walked toward the Pinnacle with hesitant steps.  With hands shaking, she carried her past in a silver chalice.  Laying the vessel at the base of the luminous structure, she turned.  With only the future ahead, her steps now light as air, she forged on, excited, at last, about what lay ahead.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. If you would like to join in on the fun, be sure to visit Sue’s blog to check it out.

Posted in Poetry, Prose

#writephoto Copper

Pennies 
and rust 
and sunsets.  

Copper. 

The colors 
of the season. 

The earth 
turns it's back 
on the sun 
and begins the process 
of a winter's nap.  

Leaves crunch underfoot, 
announcing your presence 
on the trail.  

A brisk chill 
pushes you 
down the path.  

You pick up the scent 
of a campfire.  

The quiet of the morning is
disturbed only by your footfalls.  

You take in the serenity 
of the day.

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This was posted in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
photo prompt, #writephoto. If you'd like to get in on the
fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
Posted in Prose

Safe Haven

REBLOG: This is an older post, but I thought there might be readers that have not seen it and hopefully enjoy it.  This is inspired by one of Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt.  I came across this post while looking through my archives.  I like it quite a lot.  I hope you do too.  I had fun with this.

Penny Wilson Writes

** I have been having a hell of a time writing anything worth posting lately!  The last couple of weeks, I’ve wanted to participate in Sue’s #Write Photo challenge, but nothing comes.  😦   I forced myself to sit down at the keyboard and stare at the dammed white page until something came.  It is a complete surprise what came of this.  See below.  I hope you enjoy.    

Safe Haven–

The page before me glares back.  The cursor’s unwavering blink is about to drive me to madness.  I hear the clock tick and my own heartbeat between my ears.  All else has fallen away.

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Posted in Life, Prose, Writing

Forgotten #writephoto

The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever.  Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams.  The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.

Would you use the key?  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.

Posted in Poetry

Stay-Tranquil #writephoto

I cherish
each beat of your heart.

I feel your heat
under my fingertips.

My time with you
fleeting.

I see,
reflected in your eyes
winged moments.

Come with me,
my love.

I'll give you 
tranquility

in these arms.

Stay.

Life will be there
on the ’morrow.

Don't hurry.

Stay.

Copyright © Penny Wilson

*This was written in  response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
photo prompt.  If you would like to join in on the fun, 
you can find out all about it HERE.  

This week, Sue Vincent has most obligingly given us another prompt word that lends itself to an extract from my WIP, Through the Nethergate. Or maybe, the idea I had for this word lent itself to my writing a new piece into my draft. Either way, I am grateful to Sue for the idea. “She […]

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