Sue Vincent's Blog: Echoes of Life, page 36

Guarded ~ Helen Glynn Jones #writephoto

I’m beyond thrilled that the lovely Sue Vincent has revived her #writephoto prompt. Sue has a knack for taking photographs that contain stories, so it’s lovely that she feels able to share them once again. This week, her prompt is … Continue reading →

Kite #midnighthaiku

Sailing frozen skies Unceasing flight devours time New sun rises red

Guarded ~ Th Indishe #writephoto

Guard(a haibun) The grassy patch was a nondescript part of the wild green that dotted the stony landscape. If you would pass by,you would hardly give it a second look. A cobbled road meandering through the cliff made its way … Continue reading →

Who arranges the flowers? ~ Tallis Steelyard

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard: Flower arranging is one of the fine arts. Wise ladies who are sagacious enough to number themselves among my patrons insist on this fact and who am I to gainsay them? And of … Continue reading →

Rooted in earth

For the past few years I have been immersed in the folklore and history, traditions and myths of my land in a way I had never expected. This is not the country of governments and politics, nor the land of … Continue reading →

Guarded ~ Anita Dawes #writephoto

You don’t walk across the moors. So much as wear them, like your favourite Sloppy Joe’s an old armchair that’s a perfect fit. where the horizon is always in the distance beckoning you on, Continue reading at  Books and Bonsai

Herald #midnighthaiku

Rain-pearled petals glow Golden heart echoes the sun Promises fulfilled *

Moorland Bracken Robed ~ Goff James #writephoto

Reblogged from Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Heraldry Basics ~ Nicholas C. Rossis

Reblogged from Nicholas C. Rossis : Any of you writing fantasy will appreciate Toni Šušnjar’s post on heraldry, shared on Mythic Scribes. The History of Heraldry As Toni explains, distinctive personal insignia on shields had been used to identify warriors … Continue reading →

Midas

morning libation honey embalms the moment awakening dreams caught in eternal amber time yet drinks the wine of life The sun rises over sea and field, winter and summer, seen and unseen behind the veil of clouds, turning all it … Continue reading →