#Writephoto ~ Calling

Thursday photo prompt: Calling #writephoto

 

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Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows  a snowstorm with the silhouette of a stag watching between two trees.

 

 

Calling…

 

Snow had been forecast, but Janet had promised to visit old Mrs Robson, to make sure she was warm enough and had enough to eat.

On her way home, the first flakes of snow were drifting down, gradually covering the road with a thin white blanket that softly crunched under her feet.

She wondered if it was a good idea to take the shortcut across the fields, and stood and looked around, weighing up the risk of the snow getting worse.

The snow was thicker now, reducing the visibility, but if she took the shortcut, she would be home and safe before it got any worse.

Approaching the edge of the field, a large stag appeared and stood as if barring her way between the trees. He stood motionless, a look of determination in his eyes and the tilt of his head.

Not wanting to be chased, Janet turned away and looked for another way to cross the field.

Further along the road was another opening, but the stag was there before her. It was becoming obvious that he didn’t want her to cross the field. Or was he trying to stop her from going home?

The snow was now falling in a thick curtain and it had turned bitterly cold. It probably would be safer to stay on the road, but Mrs Robson’s cottage was nearer than her house, so the decision made, she trudged along in the blinding snow. Before long, she heard someone breathing on the road behind her. She stopped and turned her head, barely making out who was following her. The stag stared back at her; his breath visible in the freezing air.

She increased her speed, almost running to the cottage.

The front door was wide open, snow already piling up inside but there was no sign of Mrs Robson. The stag made his way around the cottage to the back garden, and Janet followed him. They found Mrs Robson sitting on the ground, her leg at an angle underneath her. She looked like a pixie, covered in snow.

She smiled in welcome, but not at Janet…

©jayemarie

 

 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 145 #PhotoPrompt

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The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

 

 

The

Black hiss

Of a snake

Sound out of sight

Then I found him there

Flute music filled the air

A sad lament remembered

The Black war snake ready to strike

One red poppy yet not forgotten

By many who made it home to Blighty…

©anitadawes

#Water… #Poetry

 

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Water

Sapphire world of midnight, magic rises,

a gift for the world of mortals

The water queen spreads

her magic across the globe

Whether you want it or not

Baptisms, blessings, bathing, we all use it

Not realising it has a memory

From where it was born

Each person it has touched good or bad,

it matters not, water flows where it will.

Beneath the ground, hidden caverns

Through the graveyards where the dead sleep

In eternal slumber

When we thirst, we drink to stay alive

Whose memory do we take upon ourselves.

©anitadawes

Never born… #Poetry

 

 

 

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Image by Pixabay.com

 

 

Never born…

An angel in the alley, whispering to pass us by

Waiting for a response, for one person to hear

Her reason for being here.

waiting in the shadows, her mission, to be healed

she will know by their answer, I am here.

Her wings will no longer be broken

She is twinned with one who walks here

She will pass, hear the words whispered

Her need will be answered by the

Giving of life from one soul to another

Death waits with broken wings

Her debt paid to a twin never born…

©anitadawes