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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Entrance – #writephoto – #poetry – #life

24 Friday Jan 2020

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto

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#poeticprose, #poetry, cave, dorindaduclos.com, entrance, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spirit, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt

Darkness in the distance plays, my thoughts, they start to mingle; is it calm or trepidation that makes my senses tingle? Chiseled rocks, I climb upon, careful to plant my feet; so to peer beyond the opening, then, wondering what I’ll meet.

Is it just an empty cave? Or does something live within? Do I dare to challenge this? I hesitate, as I begin. Quietly making my way inside, sneaking about, like a tiny mouse, I realize I am not alone, it is me inside this house.

Silently moving within this space, I hear her voice, to me, she is calling; “No need to be afraid, my dear”, as my legs give, but I’m not falling. I stumble, to try to find the earth, the solid ground, underneath, is no longer; ever slowly, I feel myself rising above, my spirit, growing much stronger.

I am not afraid, no fear inside, for I know no harm will come to me; I have found the entrance, to my life, where my soul can, finally, be set free.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Entrance
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Tell the Story Challenge II – #shortstory

18 Thursday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, Tell the Story Challenge

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#poetry, cave, challenge, dorindaduclos.com, lonliness, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, sunset, writing

My dear friend Kevin invited me to participate in Tell The Story Challenge II.

The rules are simple:
Present a picture, and then tell the story about it. It can be as short or as long as you like. Nominate at least 3 people to write a story based on any of the pictures you choose to share.

Here is my take on the picture I chose:

Safely Tucked Away

Ah, the beauty of safely tucking myself away, watching the golden sunset, and finding peace. It’s not always easy, being out here, in the middle of nowhere. I often find myself talking aloud, but there is no one here to reply. Some think it insane I should choose to live like this. I find it refreshing, away from the city, the dirt and grime of the streets. Here lies purity. Gentle waters kissed by the sun, the fiery color of the twilight, graced by a flock of birds. I imagine they are headed home for the evening, after a long day. Ah, a long day…

Every day is long for me. I can do nothing much except fish for my food, and simply watch the ocean ripple by. Nary has a boat passed this way. I wonder if they remember I am here. No worries, though, tonight, I will sit and watch the sky, kiss the sun goodbye, and pray morning graces my eyes. And if not, I will have no regrets, only that I couldn’t say goodbye to you…

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Below are the pictures I’ve chosen for my nominees. Please feel free to join in the fun if you are reading this.

To my nominees… I can’t wait to read your creative stories…

Helene of Willow Poetry

Michelle of Her Writing Haven

Miriam Hurdle of The Showers of Blessings

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All Photo via Pixabay

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#writephoto – Inside the Tomb – #shortstory

11 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto

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She knew of no other way to get the message to him but to sneak inside the tomb and leave it there. A red rose would signal it was definitely from her. Waiting for the dark of night, she crept her way in and quietly placed the note on the first soldier, a stone statue, laying on the ground. She never remembered it being knocked over, and oddly, there was not a crack in it. It was as if it had carefully laid itself down on the floor, but stones can’t move on their own, she reminded herself.

Night was falling quickly, and the crypt was growing darker by the minute. Shadows, from the moonlight, painted pictures on the walls. She couldn’t chance lighting a torch, for fear she’d be seen where she should not be. Tiptoeing, leaning her hands against the walls, she headed for the opening in the side of the mountain. She had just about reached it when she heard voices. Two, she thought, both men. Perhaps one was her beloved, Nathan, but he was too early. Had she miscalculated the amount of time she was inside? She found her way into a small crevasse and hoped they wouldn’t notice her. The light had faded enough that the place was in total darkness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I saw a girl come in, but it’s too dark now, to see anything.”

They saw her! Wait!  Who? How could that be? She thought she had slipped in, without being seen by anyone. Then again, she hadn’t seen them. Where had they been standing? The trees on the hillside were barren, as winter made its approach. Surely, she would have noticed two figures. She felt something crawling on her arm, and afraid to move, she prayed it was simply a spider and would find its own way. But she felt yet another, and another. How could she possibly stay still!?

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I thought I heard something. This place is spooky, let’s get out of here. We can check tomorrow, before dawn, and this time, remember the flashlights!!”

And with that, the two made their way out of the crypt and Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She had to get out of there fast, and get whatever was crawling on her off. As she made her way out, she lit her torch and looked around. It appeared she had sat on an ants nest and they were out to let her know it was time to move on. She laughed to herself, told them she was sorry, and made her way back home.

The town was quiet now, and soon the knights would make their rounds, and Nathan would find her note, the one with the red rose, waiting patiently. She still wondered how the knight in the tomb had fallen, but she would have to figure that out another time.

“I told you she was in there.”

“Great, how do we get to the jewels hidden in that stone knight? And why was she in there in the first place? Maybe we should go back NOW, since we know she’s not there.”

“No, the police will be making the rounds soon. We’ll be thrown in jail if they catch us. We can wait. That cave isn’t going anywhere.”

 

To be continued…

 

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Photo ©Sue Vincent – Honour

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#writephoto – Agatha’s Colors – #shortstory

28 Friday Sep 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, WritePhoto

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autumn, cave, colorful, dorindaduclos.com, Fall, Home, imagination, Night Owl Poetry, rocks, slippery, Sue Vincent, waterfall, WritePhoto, writing


Branches tumbled like the water, a cascade of color, decorating the land. Even the rocks showed signs of joining the party. Fall had arrived, and it was Agatha’s favorite season. She adored the changing from greens to gold, and red, and oh, she could go on forever. This was her secret place, where no one would ever find her. She’d steal away from the house, while mama was napping, and run as fast as she could.

Each day brought new changes to the scape she had come to love so dearly. But only in autumn. Never would you find her here in any other season. There wasn’t anything that attracted her eyes, and she was bored of always seeing green. She longed for endless days of purple flowers and blue waterfalls, draping itself along the rocks that hung over the cliff. There was evidence of a disturbance under the falls, and Agatha was very careful not to get too close.

She didn’t have much time to spend in her favorite part of the mountains. Her mother would be looking for her soon. “Oh Agatha”, she’d always say. “Have you been off daydreaming again?” Agatha never really answered her, she would only smile her shy smile and scurry off into her room. Grabbing her colored pencils and a drawing pad, she drew what she remembered, making sure the colors were exactly as she had seen. She knew she’d return again, tomorrow, as long as the rains held off, but she didn’t want to miss the chance to capture this magical place she called her own.

As soon as mama fell asleep, Agatha was off again, running faster than ever before. The light was beginning to change, and the sun was setting sooner. She wouldn’t be able to capture the colors if she didn’t hurry herself along. When she got there, she noticed something out of place. The red branches hanging down, had been moved. There was a large opening, just behind the bottom of the waterfall, where it fell onto the rocks. She watched her steps carefully, slipping several times on the wet stone, but she had to get closer to look inside.

On her final step, she fell, and landed inside a cave. This was no ordinary cave. It was filled with colors beyond Agatha’s imagination. Rocks glistened and sparkled even though there was no light.  Spellbound by what she saw, she knew exactly what she had to do. Slowly, as to not fall again, she made her way back to the opening, and, taking once last glance toward home, she carefully closed the vines, turned around, and never looked back again.

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Photo ©Sue Vincent 

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#writephoto – Shelter – #poetry

07 Saturday Apr 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, WritePhoto

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bushes, cave, company, departed, dorindaduclos.com, hiding, land, Night Owl Poetry, shelter, spirits, Sue Vincent, WritePhoto, writing


A hidden cave, the wind, a rush
Where spirits linger, under brush

Some may show themselves to you
While others share a different view

You never know when they’ll appear
Perhaps it’s just that one stray deer

Who grazes, on the leaves of green
And every flower, in between

Nonchalantly, he will walk by
Then disappear, in bushes, high

Maybe you’ll chance a stroll, go to him
Dare to be brave, go out on a limb

Fear not the company, of those spirits, light-hearted
For they guard the shelter, of the dearly departed

 

 

 

 

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Photo ©Sue Vincent 

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