Fortune Teller…

Sunday Writing Prompt “Fortune Teller”

Fortune Teller
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For today’s prompt we are going to try our hand at fortune telling. Use whatever method we like. Make a prediction, make sure to address the audience for whom your predication is intended. The audience can be the whole world, it can be a friend, family member, yourself, or a specific group of individuals. We can also write about a specific historical prophet or fortune teller such as Nostradamus. Fictional stories work too!

Before waking, I knew
I had to tell someone something
My mind itched with the importance of it
Yet I could find no words
My mind, wrapped in sleep
I remembered walking over
Three playing cards yesterday
Stuck on the wet pavement
One of diamonds, the money card
Two of spades, the double cross
Plus the ace of hearts, love
What message was I trying to tell myself?
Remembering those wet cards…

©anitadawes 2020

Today is a Good Day!

These beautiful flowers arrived on Sunday, from Anita’s granddaughter and how she managed it what with lockdown and most shops being shut is amazing. So many of our garden favourites!

I have just spent two nerve wracking days trying to take care of someone who will never accept that she needs it. Then I spent yesterday afternoon supervising a family visit where we broke a few lockdown rules, and fretted the whole time about a certain person becoming over excited.

Anita did get tired, but seeing her family more than made up for that.

Every day she seems to get a little stronger, but we are desperate for the appointment for the heart MRI to arrive, so she can finally be mended!

I thought I would have to do the lions share of our workload this week, but this morning Anita strolled into the office and looked for something to do. The results are being posted today…

So today turned out much better than I thought it would!

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 461

Nothing had changed since the last time I was here.

The same chill in the autumn air, the smell of wood smoke from the campfires.

I made my way to my favourite camp site, nestling in the shelter of the mountain. I was far enough away from the crowds who always gathered at this time of year, all yearning to see the thousands of Monarch butterflies gather before starting their migration.

I alone knew the perfect place.

I followed the stream beside the old logging trail, with birdsong for company, each twist and turn increasing my anticipation.

Finally, I stood in the secret glade and looked around, thrilled to find they were already here. Every tree was covered in a blanket of living leaves, thousands of colourful butterflies at rest, barely moving in the slight breeze.

I held my breath. Had I chosen the right moment?

As if some signal had been given, the butterflies slowly took flight, soaring up into the sky, leaving me with mixed feelings of joy and sadness in my heart…

© JayeMarie 2020

#Book of the Week! Himself by Jess Kidd #Greco-Roman Myth & Legend Fantasy eBooks

A charming ne’er-do-well returns to his haunted Irish hometown to uncover the truth about his mother in this “supernaturally skilled debut” (Vanity Fair) and turns the town–and his life–upside down.

Having been abandoned at an orphanage as a baby, Mahony assumed all his life that his mother wanted nothing to do with him. That is, until one night in 1976 while drinking a pint at a Dublin pub, he receives an anonymous note implying that she may have been forced to give him up. Determined to find out what really happened, Mahony embarks on a pilgrimage back to his hometown, the rural village of Mulderrig. Neither he nor Mulderrig can possibly prepare for what’s in store…

From the moment he arrives, Mahony’s presence completely changes the village. Women fall all over themselves. The real and the fantastic are blurred. Chatty ghosts rise from their graves with secrets to tell, and local preacher Father Quinn will do anything to get rid of the slippery young man who is threatening the moral purity of his parish.

A spectacular new addition to the grand Irish storytelling tradition, Himself “is a darkly comic tale of murder, intrigue, haunting and illegitimacy…wickedly funny” (Daily Express).

Our Review

From the first word of the powerfully written prologue, I couldn’t stop reading Himself.

I fell completely under the spell of this mysterious story, all about the living and the dead and the search for truth in a quaint Irish village.

The star of Himself is Mahony, a young Irishman searching for the truth about his birth, assisted by the colourful characters and ghosts in Mulderrig, a place with more secrets and mysteries than most.

I loved the way the people in this story speak, such wonderful vocabulary and fascinating insight into the minds of Irish people. What at first seems light-hearted banter, soon changes into dark, menacing humour and a terrifying journey as Mahony uncovers the truth he seeks…

©Jaye Marie 2020

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt

Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay

Look
into
my green eyes
I’m in disguise
My true form hidden
Guarded by evil witch
Aurelia’s cold dark hand
Holds my soul in black granite rock
Merlin’s my name, whispered on the wind
or love of Arthur, you can set me free…

©anitadawes 2020

You can tell that Colleen loves cats!


#Keepitalive # #What do you see # #Poetry

What do you see # 34- 15 June 2020

Image credit- Pixabay

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a woodland scene, where blue butterflies are sitting on the forest floor among tiny mushrooms. Tall trees are visible in the background)


As a child,
I never had an imaginary friend.
If I did, I would want him
to live in this blue wonderland
so I could visit, stay a while.
Where mushrooms grow
in their own sunlight.
Delicate blue butterflies
whisper woodland magic.
Secrets for me to keep
Tall dark trees stand guard
Keeping magic where it belongs
In wonderland…

©anitadawes 2020