Sue Vincent's Blog: Echoes of Life, page 34
February 4, 2021
Appointed ~ Trent P. McDonald #writephoto
It seemed that every time I opened the door they were there. They followed me when I walked and even when I drove. They were everywhere. And, no, it wasn’t just my imagination since a few people commented on it. … Continue reading →
Awakening #midnighthaiku
Beneath the blanket Deep buried for summer’s need Spring’s treasure wakens *
Appointed ~ Sisyphus #writephoto
I am always aware of you, wherever you, or one of your sisters, are nearby. You are reassuring, your peaceful stance communicates to us that all is well, that you are keeping an eye on us, and will not let … Continue reading →
Kindle Pre-Order – The Old Mill by Trent P. McDonald
Reblogged from Trent’ World: A stench lies on Avebury, New Hampshire. It isn’t something that one can smell, it is more of a psychic soot polluting everybody’s mood. No one recalls when it arrived, but there does seem to be … Continue reading →
February 3, 2021
Photo prompt round-up: Guarded #writephoto
A silent presence Both guarded and guardian Hidden in plain sight Hearts open to wonder see Magic wrought in living stone * The photo for this week’s prompt was taken on the moors where Yorkshire meets Derbyshire. The boulder guards … Continue reading →
The Saxon Princess ~ Luccia Gray #writephoto
The Saxon Princess, a 112-word flash fiction, was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here! The Saxon Princess Princess Judith hid behind the huge rock and retrieved her slaughtered father’s dagger. … Continue reading →
Misty #midnighthaiku
Anywhere on earth Misted by memory’s smile Soft golden moments *
Honoré Dupuis ~ Guarded #writephoto
There was no one at this desolated place where he had expected to see her. Yet her message had been clear: “Meet me at the guard, the highest point on the hill, where you have a full view of the … Continue reading →
Winter’s Morning Moon ~ Steve Tanham
As January lets go its dark and icy grip, passing us, with a smirk, into the often colder clutches of February, the marginally lighter mornings contain surprises that are harbingers of the spring to come. One of these is what … Continue reading →
February 2, 2021
Dawning
Sailing time’s ocean A universe listening Life embraces self The gods laugh at childlike fools Dazzled by eternity * No sacred magic Celebrates the prisoned heart Or ghost remembered When morning awakens night Broken dark devours joy * Dancing with … Continue reading →
