Time for Writing…
Today, I am spending time with my WIP, hoping to discover the magic that I know hides between the pages…
Wishing everyone a peaceful weekend, and we will see you on Monday…
It’s been ages since I wrote a WIP Wednesday post. So when I saw this POST this morning by Staci Troilo, it prompted me to share a little of what I am currently writing.
The way Staci does this is to choose a random word and then find a passage that fits. It can be the actual word, a synonym, or a theme.
The word of the day is WHITE.
And here is the passage I chose:
This is currently a mystery and I am loving it, time to get back to writing it, I think…
As yesterday was the spring equinox, I decided to take a walk in our garden. My dizzy problem had returned, and I hoped the fresh air would help. This problem is a regular visitor who usually gives up after a day or two. I had given up trying to write as wearing my glasses made it worse, so I took them off and was stumbling around the garden like an idiot. But every time I saw a flash of colour I took a picture.
I am dictating this as the keyboard is a blur, so I apologise for any discrepances.
The first flash of colour I spotted was the yellow forsythia, which for some reason, is growing in the hedge that runs down our garden, separating us from the neighbours. I rather like it there.
This Japanese quince is a bonsai, currently awaiting repotting.
Not sure what these are called, but they appear all over the place.
Such a lovely colour…
And finally, I must add my little orphan, this white azalea. I have had him for a long time; he never seems to grow but always blooms around Christmas. These flowers are the fourth to arrive; all the others were knobbled by the weather!
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Serenity
I see her face, familiar yet unknown to me. Her voice, a whisper, gentle sighs I stand on a timeless place, I feel my mind quiver. leaping over new thoughts The killing fields far behind me I see a halo above each fallen soul A twig from the Judas tree caught in my clothing. I turn a page in my bible, my mind numb As I walk towards a low lying cloud I feel serene, as the blanket of white covers me, taking me home… ©AnitaDawes2023
Image by Sergei Tokmakov, Esq. https://Terms.Law from Pixabay
A Game of Two Halves
I sit in court looking at my hands. Listening to the racket made by the official law giver. Passing judgement on love a game of two halves There is more than a single string to the heart Love goes where it is most needed He tried to make his point as to the fault of my crime The forbidden touch, he called it. A double back hand threw the score in my favour. Boos and whistles from the public gallery Shouts of ‘It’s a sin, the Bible says so!’ From early childhood I have known I was different. The heart wants what the heart needs. Now I am free to love again… ©AnitaDawes2023
Details of taking part in Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie can be found HERE
Image by Marat Mukhambetaliev from Pixabay
Looking in the Mirror…
This morning I realised I say sorry far too much. It’s time to change, take time for me. Find something to be proud of I owned that thought for the rest of the day. Nothing else mattered First my job, my clothes Here I am, a whole new me. After a few days, I looked at myself in the mirror. The penny dropped, I had lost something special. The person who is not afraid to say, ‘I’m sorry’… ©AnitaDawes2023
Last night a medieval knight rode through my dream
A noble face, yet weary from the fight
Had I kissed a frog in his watery pond?
Have I found my forever man?
Do I trust my judgement, strike while the iron is hot?
Take a chance that joy is not fleeting.
Keep the rosebuds until they open.
To smell the roses, I will attend the ball,
find that place beneath the armour.
Alas, all dream bubble burst.
The shiny armour, the hero inside
Returned to his pond, a frog after all.
I blew him a kiss and wondered what could have been…
©AnitaDawes2023
February 6, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story as a love letter to nature. You could reach back to more pastoral times of writing or enter into the future. Who is writing the letter — an ant or an aunt? Is it a lifetime of love or eons?
So long since last you were here.
The memory of warm summer days
grow dim as our patience thins.
brave new shoots compete with bitter frosts.
cruelly bitten for their haste
their dreams are on hold, ours yet to be born.
Mother Nature sleeps
Her time will come when the warmth.
Of the sun reaches down into the soil
Visions of rainbow hues
Hold back the silver ice.
Its days are numbered.
Packets of seeds promise the moon.
My fingers itch to ready the pots.
And dream of glory’s fragrance
Days of sunshine fill our days.
With sweet expectation…
©JayeMarie2023