Thursdays Photo Prompt-Castle #Writephoto

(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a silhouetted castle in the half-light, set in a lake surrounded by hills)

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Looking at it, standing tall and beckoning

My home… my refuge from the troubles

Whatever I face when I am out in the world

The delight that lights up my heart as I return

To this majestic castle that is my safe haven

The familiar walls give comfort and alley my fears

As I enter it I leave the problems of the day behind me

One place that I can be myself and can throw away

The mask I have to wear when I am facing the world alone

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Thursday Photo Prompt: Span #Writephoto

The water gushing through the narrow stream was pleasantly cool. They had a great time sitting on the verge of the stream, eating the picnic lunch they had brought with them. Sally’s foot slipped when she was dipping her hand into the water and she fell in with a big splash. Mark hurriedly came forward to haul her out but an imp of mischief provoked her to pull him in the water too. After the initial shock of cold water, they started to enjoy this extemporaneous dipping and splashed around as children do. They felt like they were kids again enjoying the impulsive action. This simple act took them both back some twenty years.

” Well that was fun” Mark said as they climbed out of the water. ” We must do it again sometime “

(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.)

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Thursdays Photo Prompt-Open. #writophoto

The doors

Open……….open these doors

You shout at the top of your voice

Let in the light, I am sick of the dark

Can’t anyone see how stale is the air

That we breath, trapped in this dank place

Can you not see what we have become in here

Not daring to took at the outside world

Fearing it and yet harboring a hate for all

That is on the other side of these closed doors

Open these door and be bold and courageous

Just like opening your hearts to the new light

(For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors openingin a line, one after the other…)

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Forgotten

(For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old, long-closed gate in an ornate but crumbling wall, overgrown with wildflowers)

It must have been a long time ago that she used to wait for him by this door. It sometimes seemed it was not even in this lifetime. And yet at times it felt if it was just last week that she would get away from those prying and inquisitive eyes of her elder sister and sneak here to meet him, her friend, her partner and the love of her life.

But it was all now buried under the fog of time. He had left the village in search of a better life. With promise to return for her when he made his fortune. And she waited. Those years had passed without any news of him. She had grown up, married and been widowed but she had in her heart waited for him to return.

But he really had forgotten his promise.

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Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto

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Thursday Photo Prompt—Small #writephoto

The monochrome image shows the base of a tree with a hole, like a doorway, through its base…

It would appeared small, but in reality the tree, in which it was, was huge. An aperture like a door in the massive trunk of that tree. It helped to highlight the contrast between the two sides of the scene. On my side it was dark, the tree’s bark had turned almost black with age. And on the other side it was light. The sunlight had thrown the floor of the forest into a sharp relief.

It struck me that this is how we sometimes look at life. But we at times see just one side of the picture. Either the light or the dark. Whereas life is all about the light and the dark combined. It needs a anomaly in between, to show us how there have to be two opposites to make a complete picture. We won’t know what dark is, if we hadn’t experienced light. If there was no sorrow, happiness would lose its meaning. Good is good because we know what evil is. If we go through life expecting only good or only happiness, we will be sorely disappointed. As it is not the law of the universe. We are shown both sides of the spectrum and then we get to experience them too.

So a bit of both make a balanced life!

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Choices #writephoto

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Choices: 1

The image shows a dawn-kissed landscape with shadowed, snow-covered hills in the distance.

This

Is what make life a miracle

Gives it beauty and meaning

This

Is what makes me get up

Each and every morning

This is the hope

Of what my day will be like

If not today than maybe tomorrow

This says to me

Life maybe hard now but there is always

A new day tomorrow, a new sunrise

If it’s the darkness of sorrow today

Come tomorrow and there will be light of joy

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Choices #writephoto

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Yearning#Writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water.

The heart desires what it has lost

To time, to destiny and decisions made

To go back or to undo what has been

Can only happen in our imagination

This is logic this is reason that I tell

My yearning heart but it doesn’t want

To be told what is possible what’s not

All it demands of me to be left alone

With the dreams of what could have been

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Yearning#writephoto

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Transition#writephoto – Memories

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the view from within a shaded interior, looking out onto a neatly planted garden With ruined walls.

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Just like these walls my life has turned to waste

But just like this garden the memories are evergreen

Just like the light on the other side, it’s ever so bright

The beautiful memories of the yesterdays gone by

I want to live in these beautiful moments that I have

Borrowed from the time that has gone past.

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Thursday Photo Prompt—Wicker #Writephoto —Three sisters

They have been standing here a long time

Their aim was to deter the pestilence from destroying

The old city and the fertile fields surrounding it

The city and its people have long moved away from this place

But they are standing here as a reminder of what they were

The three sisters, or some called them the three witches

Their appearance is of dried sticks and lifeless bodies

But in the heart of these creatures lies the ancient power

No one can harm them or move them from their place

And if you stick around at the time of the blood moon

You can see their bone chilling dance when they come to life

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows three figures that seem to be female and made of branches, with their hands joined.

A prompt by Sue Vincent

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Thursday Photo Prompt—Rooted # Writephoto- A holy tree

Sue Vincent has given us this picture prompt for the week;

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 15th May  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the spreading filigree of tree roots beneath a green canopy, with brightly coloured objects tied to the branches.

The holy tree

A lot of uninformed and superstitious people come here every day, to ask this magnificent tree for its blessings. They would tie ribbons or pieces of colored string on the exposed roots or branches. Each indicating a prayer and a promise. People thought that this unusual tree, known locally as the holy tree had many gifts and powers. This belief was as old as the tree itself, which was at least a couple of centuries old. Just looking at the amazing network of external roots which interconnected the two limbs of the tree gave one the idea of how deep rooted it was. Thriving here for so many years, it had accumulated the power of Mother Earth. The locals asked it for rain to save the dying crops or for fertility for a childless couple. According to them there was little that this tree could not do. You just had to have faith and believe that your prayers will be answered.

I wonder sometimes……

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