Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

My house of black and white chevrons

Sunlight cannot kiss colour into its bones

It glows under the moonlight, a beacon to the past

A time of Shakespeare whose words knit together

as if spoken by a strange tongue

Intrigue walks beside soft meadows along the river Avon

My house of shadows echoes lost stories spoken by the bard

His voice lingers throughout Stratford

Walk the streets, you cannot help but hear

The whispered voice of that bearded genius

May this giant wordsmith’s words echo

and be heard a hundred years ago…