Photo Challenge #318
One red ribbon
I am coming home
with a scarlet ribbon
On red velvet skies,
cut by a sharp crescent moon
Below stands a lonely figure,
bathed in blood.
His sins revealed,
his young victim safe
from further abuse.
I have moved from dark to light,
through many worlds
to save the lives my mind has touched.
To live a life in a coma
they say, cannot be
I am here to tell you,
awake now from too long a sleep
Annie’s life is peaceful
I hold her scarlet ribbon…
This prompt is perfect for my book, The Scarlet Ribbon…
Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 180, #Poet’sChoice
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!
Red Sails in the Sunset…
To cold open seas
My red sails billow
Passing fold wave me by
My days filled with sunshine smiles
nights diamond bright to dream by
Its you that fills my sleeping moments
Your hand forever in mine, life complete…
Was it the best find ever?
My husband loves to rummage around boot sales
His passion, old cameras. He was in luck today
He found an old Zenith camera
Complete with a faded brown map
And three photographs.
I managed to spot Paris and Rome
couldn’t make out the third photo
Before my husband snatched up the box
Asked the lady how much and paid thirty pounds.
Without looking further, he decided it was time to go home
Luckily, I didn’t want to find a treasure of my own.
He drove us home, driving me mad at the same time
As he became a twelve-year-old, excited over a present
An aging aunt might have brought.
I had seen him flip the back of the camera open
the film roll inside might have something viable to print.
He thought the Russian Zenith and map could be from the forties
I knew where his mind had gone, 007 spy stories!
A couple of hours later, I found him slumped in his favourite armchair,
looking like an old tire with the air let out.
The prints were pegged on his line and heard myself say OMG.
The prints were very blue, exotic
Not the spy story he had been hoping for after all.
One of the old prints turned over under his lamp
had the beginnings of something written there
Could it be the spy story he had been hoping to find?
After walking for twenty minutes
We found Tim’s picturesque cottage
Smoke rising from the chimney
We caught the smell of eggs and bacon being cooked
Reminding me I hadn’t eaten this morning
I stood for a moment, holding Tim’s favourite whiskey
Sun fingers reaching through the trees
Light playing on the ornamental fishpond
A frothy layer of frog’s eggs clinging
To a patch of purple water iris
Remembering their soft velvet touch
I breathe in the magical spot Tim had chosen to live in
The front door stood open we entered
To find one empty dish on Tim’s old wooden table
No sign of eggs and bacon being cooked. No sign of Tim.
We stood in what could so easily have been the Marie Celeste
Our friend of twenty years has never been found
The whiskey never drunk…
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I switched off my PC after lunch yesterday and spent the afternoon catching up on repotting my bonsai trees.
It should be all done and dusted by now, but one way or another I seem to have been chosen to be the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Always late!
I never like to be late for anything, so I enjoyed the glorious weather and the peaceful company of my trees. It was blissfully quiet in my yard and I could feel the tension leaking from my muscles.
It doesn’t matter how often I visit them, there is always something new going on, either naturally or from outside influences.
Like the time I found these strange plants growing in most of the bonsai pots. Such pretty foliage, which I discovered were peanut plants, deposited by the local squirrels.
I have discovered tiny mushrooms growing and caterpillars munching, but today I found something I had never seen before.
Many years ago, I had an olive bonsai, quite an attractive bonsai, but it never flowered, so no olives! Sadly, I had to give this tree away when we moved house, but a few weeks ago, I found a young bonsai, what they call a trainer plant on Amazon of all places. They said it was guaranteed to produce olives, so I bought it for the princely sum of £9.99 never expecting it to amount to much.
Out of nowhere, it has produced two flower spikes. Too soon to tell what colour the flowers will be, or if I will get any olives, but my fingers are crossed!
Another bonsai that was bought on a whim was this Japanese acer. It was little more than a twig when I saw it in my local garden centre, but the leaves are incredible, so many enchanting colours. It is still little more than a stick, but in time it may develop into something special…
You might like to read this post about bonsai not being perfect too!
In dreaming, I have sailed the seven seas
Seen shadows hiding on the dark side of the moon
I was there when Solomon said, cut the child in half.
It felt wonderful to see the real mother
Offer her child to the other.
I watched in wonder as Moses turned the sea red
I stood beside Jesus when the devil tempted him
Feeling his pain, the struggle within.
Blood filled arenas as gladiators fought for their freedom
I have never witnessed anything as beautiful
As when the first light split the darkness
bringing our blue planet into being
And the many wonders that live here.
I thank God for dream time…
I walked down to the bottom of my garden this morning, the jungle, as it has become affectionately known. Hiding among the undergrowth, I spied a purple flash of colour and moved closer…
Fighting for its life was the glorious purple rhododendron that I vaguely remember seeing before in the distant past. I felt so guilty at leaving it to fend for itself and made a promise then and there to do something about it… and soon… Nothing that beautiful should have to struggle so much!
For those new to our website and blog, we would like to thank you for visiting. Between us, we write in several different genres, so there should be something for everyone to enjoy. Anita’s books tend to be varied, from horror to supernatural romance and coming of age, where mine (Jaye) are all mystery thrillers.
We try to keep our website interesting with guest posts, bloggers, poetry, and reviews for all the books we read.
Our books are shown in the right-hand sidebar and clicking on the images should take you straight to Amazon.
If you enjoyed your visit, we would love you to leave a comment…
Hoping to see you again!