Hi Dan has been asking us to honour Cee. Here is what he has to say. “This Friday, November 7th, several of us bloggers are asking you to post a flower or a black and white photo on your blog, in memory of Cee Neuner. Your photo can be the subject of your post, or just a photo you add to a different post. Visit either my blog (https://noFacilities.com), or Marsha’s (https://alwayswrite.blog/), or both and leave a link to your post. The black-and-white pictures can be on any topic, but Marsha reminded me that Cee particularly loved bridges and old barns. Post a photo and, if you like, add a thought about Cee or your experience with her challenges. Reminders, links and the publishing schedule will follow in the coming weeks. You can also link up at Cee’s Which Way Challenge which is now managed by Deb Waters. Deb will be featuring Which Ways with B&W photos beginning on the 7th..
ANGEL SHADOWS .
Shadows touch our lives daily and often we do not realise until they are gone that they were there. Shadows can be dark or light. Often they bless us with joy sometimes they blight us but they are constantly there and we must accept them. Life is short and we must accept that and make the most of all we are offered or denied. Sometimes it’s just fleeting sometimes it’s more permanent always the good or the bad is for a reason. People come and go and we have our memories…. until we go. Angels are around us not all have wings.
Gentle wings flutter we catch a glimpse, black and white life is so precious time is a thief all souls and yet the world keeps turning
Royal mail box.Evening shadows Dusk in the snow Plant reflectionThe HillTea PartyThe RoadMessage on stoneThree generationsMemories.
Crispina said : “Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice! You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption. As before, there are only two criteria: Your creative offering is indeed yours Your writing is kept to 150 words or less .If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
A summer’s day in Oxford. We have friends from near and far. We, all six met on a Caribbean island …. holiday for us honeymoons for them …they could not believe how long we had been married! They made us part of theirlivesand came to stay with us.
We stand on the bridge From different continents Friendship has joined us Will we ever meet again Who knows, memories are key
Here we are one year on since K.L. took on the running of #writephoto from our Sue Vincent. Well done K.L. we are most grateful to you
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a golden crown adorned with jewels and pearls. Behind this are windows with views across the countryside.
Crown – Image by KL Caley.
Morgarna looked around and as the owner was busy discussing Gold Fish with a young mum and her toddler. A quick double check to see if there was any CCTV, and more importantly no shadows, there were not, so she dipped her hand into the tank and scooped Morgause out! Instantly she touched the floor Morgause changed back into her real self. “I’ll never get used to this” said Morgause running her hands down her clothes. “How can I be soaking one sec and then dry as a bone the next” Morgarna whispered, “you’ll get used to it, come on we can’t hang about in here. With all this water on the floor the owner will get suspicious! ” Then quick as a flash she was manhandling Morgause out of the shop before there were any awkward questions. Outside on the street Morgause, shivered … funny she thought it’s really cold even though it’s a fine summer’s day the temperature was almost artic! “You feel it too, don’t you?” Morgarna asked, Morgause knodded.
There was a coffee shop back on the main street and the unusually dressed women ducked in for coffee and cake. Morgarna ordered a black Americano and Morgause had a hot chocolate …her latest favourite drink of the twentieth first century! The two sat by the window and looked up to the castle, “can you hear that buzzing Morgarna” asked quietly. “I can and I can see the undead as they mingle around the people” Morgause replied. Morgarna smiled a huge smile and hissed, “Yes just keep smiling and ignore them especially if they approach or touch you, I’m not sure they are undead, I believe they are alien, make sure you look happy and use a total mind block so they can’t read you!” Just aftet she warned Morgause two shadowy figures approached them probing them both deeply, both women smiled and carried on chatting about nothing in particular. The figures exchanged glances and moved on to the next table where one removed a small child from its pushchair and after ripping it in half proceeded to suck out it’s life’s blood and essence. No one, not even the mother took the slightest notice of the blood and gore or the child’s screams. Morgarna’s smile widened, she channelled her thoughts directly to her sister, ‘ steady they must not know you noticed anything! Be brave Morga we’ve got this! ‘ They finished their drinks and headed off to towards the castle. Morgause’s phone pinged , she jumped and said to Morgarna “I will never get used to that mobile thingy what does it want now! ” She took it from her pocket and said, “it’s a WhatsAppy thing from Merls, it says look for the crown.”
An hour later the two were on the upper floor of the castle, the buzzing now was so painful that Morgarna and Morgause’s ears hurt. They were still surrounded by shadows but in the main ignored. Morgause saw it first , on the window ledge , a beautiful golden crown beset with opals. Before Morgarna could stop her she had flown across the room and picked it up! “It’s beautiful just like the one Gueniver had …look Morgarna” Too late Morgana’s eyes screamed “Noooo” but it was too late, the buzzing stopped, the humans all suddenly lost their smiles and every shadow in the room turned to stare at Morgarna and Morgause seeing them fully for the first time.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather fearsome little crab with pretty big claws, making her way along some white stones
Crab – Image by KL Caley.
Right thought Morgarna stubbing out her cigarette and finishing her wine…what next. As she watched a pattern emerged, the shadows were circling the people and only seemed to be picking on the weak , age seemed to have nothing to do this selection. It was not random either there was method to this madness. Well sitting here in the sun, nice as it was would not find any answers. Morgarna picked up her bag and left the pub garden. The street outside was strangely quiet, no one around but she could hear a strange buzzing coming from up the hill, so she followed it. Rooting in her bag Morgarna got her mobile out and flicking a switch on the side it opened an app that guided her toward the hum. Turning a corner by Boots the chemist she suddenly found herself back in traffic and crowds of people. Looking around Morgana could see the shadows where moving around in the crowds, whispering in an ear here and touching a shoulder there . Scanning the area she could see they were everywhere in the cars, shops and they seemed totally in control. Suddenly Morgarna’s phone rang, it could only be one of two people, Morgause or Merlin and it could only be important. It was Merlin , “Hi babes how’s it going?” Morgarna stepped into a shop doorway and said “Not so good Merls it’s pretty bad here, there’s shadows controling the place and they are killing people” “I thought there was a problem you’ve been gone so long.” Merlin replied, he could hear the concern in her voice. “I am sending Morgause to help you she jumped about five minutes ago.” Merlin continued. Morgarna lit a cigarette and asked where she could find her sister. Merlin said, “I am sending you an app that will take you straight to her “
Morgarna followed the new app and it took her to an aquarium just off the main street. It was dark inside but really quite an inviting place. The tanks were full of really beautiful fish and coral. Looking around Morgana wondered where Morgause was. Suddenly Morgarna heard a tapping she swung around and followed the her ears toward the sound. There in a large aquarium were several types of crabs. Morgarna approached and peered in. There, staring at her and, in truth looking a tad discombobulated was a rather fearsome little crab with pretty big claws, making her way along some white stones her claws making a rhymic tapping sound! Morgarna laughed….”Morgause is that you Hun? “
Below is a slideshow, comprising of , two churches, interior and exterior, my shadow in a field,a night photo of our holiday in Mexico, three generations of women to spotted on a Boxing Day two years ago, a day shot from Mexico, Ruby and her shadow in the garden, another shadow in field, a shadow on a bench and a painted stone, Ruby and shadows in the river,and finally winter shadows on the road .
A lonely tin rolls across the car park
The wind is up and it is getting dark
Turning her collar up against the rain
Walking the way she always does, again
Her footsteps match her heart beat
Hurrying towards the light of the street.
Icy cold she begins to shiver
No umbrella she wished she had it with her.
A sound behind her makes her jump
Bringing to her throat a painful lump.
Terror and panic have her in their grasp
Searching for her key, fighting with her handbag clasp.
The street light flickers and goes out
She is scared now no doubt!
Sweat runs down her face
Her heart running wild , such a pace
Suddenly the door opens and
A huge and pale Vampire stands
He’s the most scary sight she has seen
Smiling he says your late love, Happy Halloween!
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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