Original Photo : https://www.flickr.com/photos/dionnehartnett/6693396495
Month: June 2014
This Old House
Time again for Friday Fictioneers. Over a 100 people each week join the merry band of devotees to create a 100 word piece of fiction based on the weekly prompt. You’ll not be shot for going over nor for stepping sideways and finding that your fiction suddenly rhymes (sorry).
I haven’t had chance to catch up with the majority of last weeks entries or to answer the comments on mine, I apologise on bended knee, but life, work and crap got in the way. I promise to do much better this week.
Photo : Mary Shipman
Papered lives and layers of time,
Ghosts in mortar, spirits in lime,
Layers of love and life and loss,
Echoes filled of what once was,
Coloured hues with faded lustre,
Patterned still but lacking structure,
Hints of laughter and hints of tears,
Hints of hope and hints of fears,
The kiss we stole, the hidden smile,
The secret look, the wedding aisle,
The child we made, the man we raised,
The house we built, the home we craved,
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And now all that’s left is the paper trail,
That hides beneath its faded veil,
But when we’re gone and turned to dust,
You’ll see those layers and remember us.
The Train
Original Photo : http://pixabay.com/en/london-underground-train-england-58381/
Stories
Photo : http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhALEVw/perfect+gift+1
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A touch of ink,
Quill or pen,
Time is passing,
Now and then,
A nib of truth,
A fancied hope,
A wishful need,
Escape from home,
The Lover’s kiss,
The battles fought,
The Dragon slayed,
The shadows caught,
Where written words,
And stories told,
Are lessons learned,
And dreams we hold.
You Are Never Alone
Photo : http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o8LVxuM/Footsteps
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When your backs to the wall,
With no end in sight,
And nightmares converge,
Like a crowd in the night,
I’ll be by your side so you’re never alone,
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When fear is the taper,
That distinguishes light,
And darkness descends,
Every day, every night,
I’ll be by your side so you’re never alone,
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When love has receded,
And you think it has gone,
When your world looks empty,
And you’re the last one,
I’ll be by your side so you’re never alone,
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When hope is the rescue,
But your strength becomes weak,
Look in your heart,
And you’ll find what you seek,
For I’ve always been with you, you were never alone,
My Port In The Storm
Another one of my own drawings,
Under The Archway
I’m always looking for ways to fiddle with my craft. So I’ve been playing about with my own drawings and seeing if I can blend my writing with my artwork. God loves a trier………
