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 […]
The king giver and taker of lives.
Sacred pledge.
Promise of bloodshed.
The blade a talisman.
Bearing witness to carnage.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun you can find out all about it HERE.
Churning thoughts blacken petals Inward visions cast doubts Expanding on the ordinary Illusions of Control never given Delusions made reality Just Imagination. Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson *This is in response to Sue Vincent's #writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in on all the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
His honour came from days of old where maidens fell at his feet Dragons roared and spewed fire his challenge; to defeat. His body clad in armor; a helmet placed upon his head To defend the king’s daughter, His life’s blood, willingly shed. As he breathed his last farewell, she placed a rose upon his chest She wept tears of sorrow, knowing he had given his best. The dragon lay cold and lifeless; the village safe, for now The knight died for their honour After fulfilling his sacred vow. © 2018 Penny Wilson *This was written 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.
The new dawn danced its way into existence with a light show Setting the sky ablaze with cotton-candy puffs of clouds The earth once again renewed with a glorious backdrop of fire and light as its stage © 2019 Penny Wilson *This is in response to another of Sue's stunning photo's. She does a photo/word prompt every Thursday. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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.
Silver trees
feathery down
freshly fallen snow
The earth
waits
Hushed
Breaths held
in anticipation
Unblemished
Untrodden
Soon defiled
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
The hidden stream surged from the ground. It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks. It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement. The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and shimmered in the cool of the shade trees. The stream’s destination was unknown to we mere mortals. We were gifted with a brief view of its exultation. The stream’s festive journey continued until it turned that last corner; it’s path once again hidden from sight.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
The monolith stood grave
and silent
surveying his domain.
Once a proud beacon;
a symbol
for his people.
No longer.
But he is not
forgotten.
The songbirds
now sing
his praises
and the breezes
carry
sweet fragrances to him.
The rainclouds dance
and gently bath him
and the sun shines down
to wrap him
in warmth.
The Way Stone
will watch over this forest
until the songbirds
no longer sing.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to SuE Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. If you’d like to join in, you can find out all about the fun HERE.
Our cheeks were flushed, matching the fire of the sunset. Our pulses raced with excitement. This ragtag bunch of forgotten souls; 24 in all, had been walking for what seemed like forever. But now, there was finally a glimmer of hope.
Nestled in the narrow valley at the base of the Blue Mountains, were lights. It was the first sign of people we had seen in weeks.
We were not alone after all.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
* This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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