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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Pesky Pebbles – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

18 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, abide, cacti, dorindaduclos.com, mountainside, Night Owl Poetry, pebbles, rocks, sate, stones, struggle, succulent, writing, writing prompt


They had no problem with thorns, ignoring them

It seems nothing bothers the rocks, on the ridge

Devouring the tasty succulents, each, one at a time

Was exquisite, nothing wasted, not even a smidge

Poor cacti, trying hard to escape the stone clutches

They would squiggle and squirm, but to no avail

Eventually, they simply gave up the brave fight

Losing the struggle, as the bigger rocks did inhale

When the smallest pebbles, had been fully sated

They began their tumble, down the mountainside

Grateful, at last, to be rid of those pesky boulders

The cacti, once again, could now safely abide…

 

January Writing Prompt – The pebbles devoured the succulents, one tasty morsel at a time – Day 18/31

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Beyond the Stones – #shortstory – #JanuaryWriting

06 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, short story

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#creativewriting, #JanuaryWriting, dorindaduclos.com, forest, night, Night Owl Poetry, no way out, path, stones, writing, writing prompt


Beyond the forest glen, the realization struck her. She had been walking on the same stone path for what seemed like hours, and she was still in the place where she started. The air had changed, it was getting colder, and she had no jacket with her. Trying to decide whether she should turn around and go back or try one more time to get through the forest, she opted to go ahead.

Taking slow steps, she took note of how the path had changed. There was an iridescent glow to the stones that wasn’t there before. Even the trees looked strange, almost as if they were animated. She hesitated to go any further, but knew she couldn’t stop now. Night was falling, and soon the forest would sleep.

Several feet later, the stones, still glowing, ended. She couldn’t see around the bend, but the light was still there. Stepping as quietly as possible, she stopped where the stones ended and the densest part of the forest began. Surely she shouldn’t go into the forest. She had no flashlight, no lantern, and her phone was almost dead. She’d need that in case of an emergency. Thinking that over, she thought “This is an emergency!” Sighing loudly, then quickly covering her mouth, she saw she had no signal. The only choice she had was to keep walking in the woods, hoping she’d find the way out..

 

January Writing Prompt – Beyond the forest glen, the realization struck her – Day 6/31

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#writephoto – Untrodden – #shortstory

01 Saturday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto

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#shortstory, best friends, dorindaduclos.com, evil, friendly, hidden, Night Owl Poetry, photo prompt, snow, spirits, stones, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, trails, untrodden, WritePhoto, writing


Nothing marked the path she saw in front of her. Unless, of course, she considered the fence posts and the trees, which lined the sides. Abigail wasn’t sure if she should continue on. The trail was untrodden, not a single footprint, not even that of a doe’s, was anywhere to be seen.

“I don’t think we should go any further”, she said, “Maybe we should turn back.”

“Why?” asked her best friend, Caroline, who had made the trip to the countryside just to go hiking in the snow.

“I don’t know. I have a funny feeling about this. Look around. Do you see any other markings that would indicate others had been through this way?”

“Ummm, no”, said Caroline, looking around, “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean anything. I know we’ve never hiked this trail before, but the snow is fresh. Maybe we’re just lucky and are the first ones to make it up here.”

Abigail still wasn’t sure. What Caroline said made perfect sense, but she still got an eerie feeling from the air around her. At first she thought it was the cold, but soon realized it to be far more than that. Her grandmother had told her stories about this area, stories of the spirits who roamed these paths, never leaving a trail. As a child, she thought her grandmother mad to speak of such things. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Looking further ahead, she tried to make out a gathering. It looked much like a stone foundation in the form of a square. The stones. Grandmother often spoke of the powerful magic of the stones. Lost in thought, she hadn’t realized that Caroline had been jabbering this whole time. Snapping out of it, Abigail just nodded as if she actually knew what Caroline was talking about. With a heavy sigh, Abigail turned around, ready to head back home. But Caroline wanted nothing to do with those plans.

“Are you kidding?” she asked. “I didn’t come all this way for you to wimp out on me based on a lack of footprints in some snow. I’m going on. You can go home, if you want. I’ll see you later.” And with that, Caroline was on her way, heading straight for the pure white snow ahead. Caroline remembered she was told to never hike alone. Dark fell fast in the hills. You didn’t want to be caught wandering after the sun set.

Not really knowing what to do, she turned to head toward Caroline, but when she did, Caroline was gone. Panic began to set in, as she looked left and right, ahead and behind her, but she couldn’t see her friend anywhere. Mumbling to herself, admonishing for allowing Caroline to go off on her own, she started for the path and the stone structure that lied ahead. As she began to cross the path, she felt an air around her, as if it was lifting her off the ground. Looking down, she saw her feet weren’t touching the ground. She tried to scream, but no sound could be heard.

Before she knew it, she was inside the stone structure, no footprints anywhere, and no Caroline either. She called out to her friend, but was met with silence. Perhaps Grandmother was telling the truth all those years. Perhaps there really were spirits who dwell in these woods. But the one thing Grandmother never told her…whether or not the spirits were friendly… or evil…

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Untrodden 

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Jewels of Nature ~ #poetry #RDP

19 Monday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt

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#poetry, #RagtagDailyPrompt, #RDP, dorindaduclos.com, jewel, mountains, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sky, stones, trees, water, word prompt, writing

Sometimes I lie awake at night
Wondering what tomorrow brings
Silver linings in the clouds
Sunrise made of golden rings

Trees that glisten emerald
Like gems against the sky
Flora dressed in sapphire and ruby
So much grace before my eyes

Silent waters crystal shine
Reflecting off the land
Prismatic shadows dance about
Their colors softly fanned

These beautiful adornments
No bracelet, brooch nor ring
Can ever match the splendor
Mother Nature always brings

Cast your eyes on these stones
Their brilliance sparks a flame
No price is put upon these jewels
Their cost, too grand to name

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Jewel

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#writephoto – Circle – #shortstory

20 Monday Aug 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, WritePhoto

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#poetry, altar, ancient, circle, dorindaduclos.com, love, melodies, music, Night Owl Poetry, peace, spirits, stones, Sue Vincent, Wisdom, WritePhoto, writing


As I walked through the forest on this somewhat dreary, gray day, I stumbled upon six stones forming a circle. The largest stone looked more like an altar. I imagined many a chanted prayer was spoken here. You could feel the vibrations emanating from them. The surrounding area was very quiet. Not even the wind spoke in this sacred place. I walked around to each stone, hoping to find some clue as to who this circle belonged to. I touched the first stone, and every stone thereafter, until I got to the large one. I pondered, should I touch it? Would I be disturbing its spiritual meaning?

I stood, backing away, more toward the middle of the circle, and closed my eyes. Each stone sang to me, a lyric I had not heard before. Each song different from the other, I found myself lost in the bewitching melodies. Were the stones speaking to me, the ancient spirits who dwell here, letting me know I was welcome?

With an overwhelming joy, I held my hand to my heart, felt the wisdom of each stone, felt the peace of the altar, and the most powerful feeling of all, being accepted into a circle of love I had never known before.

 

Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!  Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent 

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