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#writephoto – Wishes – #poetry

13 Friday Jul 2018

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There are notes, floating, in the breeze

Clinging, steadfast, to the trees

Music written, for the eyes to hear

Words that sing, to those held dear

I can only imagine, what each note holds

Perhaps a wish, where a secret unfolds

Or a trinket, shared, from a woman’s purse

I’m sure each note, is quite diverse

So I’ll hang a wish, upon this tree

And hope it comes true, for thee and me

 

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#writephoto – Crossing – #shortstory

06 Friday Jul 2018

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I could only imagine what was on the other side of the bridge. Made of stone, and quite medieval looking, I approached it with some uncertainty. I could see the water below it, clear to the bottom of what appeared to be a shallow river. So why the need for the bridge, I wondered. Deciding the only way to answer my questions was to actually cross the bridge, I headed towards it, carefully stepping over the greenery and wild flowers that grew alongside. I was so fascinated with the calmness of the water and the structure of the bridge, I never noticed the troll sleeping soundly below the arches. He was hidden, as he should be, from the sun, lest he become part of that bridge!

Examining the crossing more closely, I wondered who had built such a structure in the middle of nowhere. This bridge was architecturally fashioned. Symmetrical arches that carried across the water, and sides to keep you from falling in. I leaned over the side, and that’s when I spotted him. A huge troll, asleep, under the first arch, nearest to the shore. I think my heart skipped a beat.

I continued my journey to the other side. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I needed to be extra quiet so not to wake the being below. The stone was a bit warm, from the sun beating down upon it, and I could feel the heat coming through my sandals. Boy, how I wished I could jump in that water right now! I must have said it out loud because there was a rustling sound beneath me.

“Who goes?” came this bellowing, almost deafening sound from below. Somehow I had awakened the troll. I stopped and stood there, hoping he would go back to sleep.

“Who disturbs my sleep?” He wasn’t giving up. Pondering if I should answer, he called again. Knowing I had no choice, I replied. “Tis I, oh noble one, making sure the bridge is secure for thee.” I had no idea WHY I said what I did, but it seemed to have comforted him and he went back to sleep. I hurried across to the other side before he could wake again.

There, standing in front of me, was a castle, decorated with rather odd statues placed about the grounds. As I approached, I could see the statues were trolls. The sunlight had gotten to them, frozen there forever in their stone bodies. They must have been caught in a battle, risking their lives in daylight, to defend their home. Knowing I needed to get out of there before one showed up unannounced, I ran back across the bridge, through the greenery and flowers, and back to the point from where I began. Trying to catch my breath, I could feel someone watching me, so I turned to look back, and saw the troll, with a crown on his head, eying me. It was then I realized he was, indeed, the king of the castle, the guardian of the bridge and perhaps the last remaining of his kind. He almost seemed to have a smile on his face. He must have known I wasn’t the enemy. Feeling a bit calmer myself, I made note that crossing every bridge I found may not be the right thing to do, but it would always lead me to new adventures.

 

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#writephoto – In Search Of – #waves #shortstory

28 Thursday Jun 2018

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I could feel the cool mist of the ocean upon my face. As the waves cascaded in, onto the sand beneath my feet, I watched as the morning haze crept slowly in, hiding the secrets of the waters beyond. Rocks, piled, far enough away from the shoreline, seemed to hold their own secrets, neither of which was willing to share with me. So I sat, quietly between the two and inhaled the salty air, clean and crisp, awakening the daydreamer in me.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned the ships in the distance, sails held high on their masts. Each vessel, a different flag, each ship, a different journey. I imagined myself aboard, leaning on the deck railing, soaking in the sun. As each wave crashed against the hull, tiny sea creatures clung to the sides, as if they were holding on for dear life.

It was then I realized I was doing exactly the same thing. Holding on, waiting for what would happen next, and as the soft surf enveloped me again, then washed out to sea, I watched, wide-eyed, as it returned to the depths, ever in search of its own new path.

 

 

 

 

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#writephoto – No Longer Forlorn – #poetry

25 Monday Jun 2018

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Over meadow, flowers bloom

Through the mist, a gathered plume

On wings that span the sky of gray

Adding color, to a dreary day

Gliding, beauty, through the air

Soaring about, I see her there

Gracing my eyes, in the clouded morn

Awakening this soul, no longer forlorn

 

 

 

 

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#writephoto – Beginnings – #shortstory

14 Thursday Jun 2018

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The sky awakens, chasing the night with an aura of beauty. Clouds, soak in the colors, of oranges, purples and a hint of pink, drawing you to the rising of another day. Though, not all is bright and cheery here.

Tucked away in the forest, hidden in the dark, they gather. Creatures who dare not venture into the light, for fear their hearts would be forever hardened. They have been caught in a web of blackened hopelessness. Still, they watch, as the sun rises higher, with an azure blue background its canvas. How they wish they could paint their world this way. As the day grows, they sink deeper into the forest, deeper into their darkness, knowing how unsafe it is to think otherwise.

But, there is one, one who dares defy the laws made by the elders. She refuses to believe anyone should live in the dark. She remains near the forest edge, determined to prove the others wrong. Determined to know there is nothing to fear from the sun. The others try to pull her back to the safety of the pitch, but she refuses. They run, back to the ebony core from which they came, and anxiously await the return of Mya. She does not come back, and they fear she has succumbed to the light, which has hardened her heart and her being.

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Near the forest edge, a small child plays in the grass covered meadow. She dances freely with the sun and clouds, rejoicing in the palette painted just for her eyes. She is no longer afraid, the only remorse is that she may not see her loved ones again. They will never join her here, for they fear the world beyond the wooded palace they call home. Yet, she has proven to herself that the light is good, the elders wrong, and life can continue beyond the edges of darkness.

Wondering what has become of her, Mya’s family journeys out to have a look. With trepidation, they near the end of the forest, and stop. In the distance they can hear a small child giggling, they see her jumping about with the morning birds, and they watch as she plays, without hesitation, in the sunlight. Could the elders be wrong? Is there promise as the sun awakens in the morning? Venturing out, into the light of day, Mya’s family joins her and she is overjoyed. Soon the elders make their way to the glen, stepping slowly, still afraid, until Mya pulls one of them out with her, still giggling as she does so.

With a sigh of relief, Father Troll delights in the chance to dance with the morning sun, as the rest of the village follows. Frolicking in the light, it is the beginning of new life for those who once believed the dark was their only hope.

 

 

 

 

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