When… #Poetry

 

 

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When she loved me,

midnight was never dark

The moon always full,

 my bed never cold

My heart ever full,

the touch of her lips

Never fading, a permanent reminder

Of when she loved me.

Now I care not for midnight skies,

The stars have fallen

from their velvet mooring

Music has no melody,

ocean waves crash

against lonely shores, soundless.

The sun has lost its warmth

The smile on a strangers face

 no longer delights me

I am outside my body looking in,

As I sit remembering

when she loved me…

AAAAA

Time and Place… #Poetry

 

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Time and Place

I grew in darkness, forced into the light.

I did not choose these people

I hold my breath, hoping to go back.

They wait for my scream

to let them know I am truly here.

My body is fresh born, my mind older

than my parents from the nine months

spent with this woman.

I know she has lost all memory of her time before

Information that would be helpful to her life now.

She would not have allowed herself to become pregnant

She would have remembered.

I will leave before the age of seven

When my memory of past time will be lost to me.

I must continue my search for the woman who remembers

She will become my mother.

Her guidance will give my life true meaning

I will finish this life in a swimming accident.

My mother will grieve

She will have another child who will stay.

My mother knows I am coming

She waits. When next I leap

 It will not be out of time…

AAAAA

Our 5* Review for A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair #ParanormalSuspense @MaeClair1

 

“Masterful, bone-chilling fiction…one intense thriller. A Thousand Yesteryears will keep you guessing, gasping and turning the pages for more.” —New York Times bestselling author Kevin O’Brien

Behind a legend lays the truth…

As a child, Eve Parrish lost her father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn, in a tragic bridge collapse. Fifteen years later, she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Though much has changed about the once thriving river community, the ghost of tragedy still weighs heavily on the town, as do rumors and sightings of the Mothman, a local legend. When Eve uncovers startling information about her aunt’s death, that legend is in danger of becoming all too real . . .

Caden Flynn is one of the few lucky survivors of the bridge collapse but blames himself for coercing his younger sister out that night. He’s carried that guilt for fifteen years, unaware of darker currents haunting the town. It isn’t long before Eve’s arrival unravels an old secret—one that places her and Caden in the crosshairs of a deadly killer . . .

 

Our Review

A Thousand Yesteryears – the first book in the Point Pleasant Series.

The opening prologue begins easily enough, schoolchildren discussing their missing friend and the rumours of a strange creature living in the swamps just outside of town.

What happened next ramps up the tension to full blast, setting the theme for the rest of the story.

Fifteen years later, Eve Parrish, one of these children, returns to Point Pleasant after inheriting her family home. Will she be able to settle the property and go back home, away from the past and its memories?

Walking back into the past is not usually a good idea, especially when such pain and sorrow is there is waiting for you. Things are never quite as you remember them, and that goes for the people too.

Eve has a job to do, settling her aunt’s estate and making it fit to be sold, but someone or something doesn’t want her there.

A Thousand Yesteryears is a fantastic story. A murder mystery, romance and a psychological thriller that will set your nerves on edge while doing its level best to scare you to death!

Beautifully written and full of tension, I enjoyed reading this story and will remember it for some time, looking forward to reading the rest of the Point Pleasant Series…

#Writephoto ~ Wicker

Thursday photo prompt: Wicker #writephoto

 

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Twisted sisters

From willow branches, we three are made

Step inside our sweet embrace

We will take you to the gates of hell

Knock three times, receive what is offered

If you have not wet your pants by then

We will grant the wish that is in your hand

That is if you dare to let us see

Thinking nothing good ever comes from hell

On our return, remember this

The third one is the charm

That is me. No, it is me,

I told you, it is me. Now make your choice

Which one of us will free the wish you hold?

Only one can grant it well

The wrong choice will take you back to hell

Do not linger too long in our embrace…

AAAAA

Fairies, Myths, & Magic: A Summer Celebration by Colleen Chesebro

 

Step into a world where fairies, dragons, and other magical beings converge in a collection of poetry and short stories inspired by the celebration of Litha, the Summer Solstice.

Meet Drac, a dragon cursed by his own poisonous deeds, and two pixies who help an old man remember a lost love. You’ll meet a pair of fairies with a sense of humor, and a young girl who fulfills her destiny after being struck by lightning. Learn what happens when a modern witch’s spell goes terribly wrong. Meet the Sisters of the Fey, a group of Slavic Witches who sign a pact with the Rusalki Fey to preserve their magic for the good of all.

Atmospheric and haunting, the prose and poetry, will rewrite the mythologies of the past bringing them into the future.

 

Far Below…

 

 

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Far Below

 

Deep below in the castle dungeon, lay a red and gold dragon.

Chained to the wall, his colours fading as the years passed.

He could hear his mate calling, but he cannot break the chains. The fire no longer burns in his chest. Love is a fading memory, the egg she laid when last he saw, grown now.

He wished for her to leave this place, forget him, his freedom will not come.

For who would be brave enough to approach a dragon, whose foul food lay all around, fed by the master who captured him.

He too could be long dead, like the foul maggot stench the dragon lived in, hope slowly dying.

A new queen has taken the throne, a new broom sweeps through the castle.

On her wanderings, she found the dungeons. Peering down a large hole, the stench almost knocks her off her feet. She hears movement, a chain rattle. Someone was down there.

Her heart thumped.

She called the guards, demanding to know what lay below.

‘It is your father’s dragon, Mam and the one who flies above is his mate.’

‘Then we must set him free,’ she said.

‘You won’t find anyone who will go down there. They are afraid.’

‘Then I shall go, have a ladder placed here while I change my garments.’

This was done, and the queen descended, a large key in her hand.

The light from above illuminated the rot she stood in. A glint of red and gold flashed with the smallest of movements.

‘I need more men. This dragon will not die in my castle. A sling must be made. I want him transported to the sanctuary of my garden. I will wash and feed him. He will be saved. Go now, before I have you all tied in his place.’

The queen was never happier than when caring for her dragon.

Watching as his mate flew overhead, each day his strength returned.

Soon he will want to join her.

Everyone in the household thought her mad.

‘As soon as he is strong enough, he will kill her,’ they whispered.

This did not happen and the day came when he flew with his mate.

The day also came when she needed him to fight for her, to keep her reign and her castle…

AAAAA

What Remains…

 

 

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What Remains

This once beautiful Abbey

stands lost, forgotten

Time no longer remembers

One lonely branch from the tree

reaches forward, touches the ancient stones

seeking remembered blessings

Forgotten souls lie in testament to footfall

that walked there long ago.

Unvisited headstones, their names faded

lost to the winds of time

Why do we not keep what is beautiful

built by those who went before us?

I would turn back time to see it

once more in its full glory

Coloured windows, sunlit,

throwing rainbows across the lawn

A sign, a promise long forgotten…

AAAAA

Helene Vaillant ~ Willow Poetry # Clear Sight…

 

 

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Willow Poetry
Hélène Vaillant

 

This week, for the first time, we are writing a post for Helene Vaillant from Willow Poetry.  This amazing prompt insisted on being written about!

 

 

Clear Sight by Willow Poetry

 

 

Time Again

Tommy waits, half hidden from the world

As he has done for a hundred years

The river runs calm behind him singing

Of the ache in his heart to be seen

Find a family to bring him into being

One special pair of eyes to see beyond time

Past the tree, that hides what will be

Tommy has been lost for too long

His face cannot be seen

His tears flow like the river ever onwards

Today, for a moment, the river stills its wandering

As Annie, picnicking with her family, spies Tommy

Her mother watches as she stands speaking to the tree

Gently, she asks why. ‘I am playing with my friend.’

Annie’s mother could see only the tree

Thinking her daughter had found an imaginary friend

She was happy to let it be.

As Annie said goodbye, she had a funny feeling

Five years old, she tried to tell her mother

that her wish for a brother would come true

Annie’s eyes were the ones Tommy had been waiting for

There will be no need for Tommy’s tears now

Climbing into her father’s car, Annie turned

to wave to her friend who was no longer there

Time would tell Annie’s wish…

AAAAA

Fire Angel… #Poetry

 

 

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Fire Angel

I lay on the dining room floor, unable to move

The fire raged around me,

Devouring everything in sight

Red dust floated above my head

Stars made from fire

I heard a voice; an angel had come for me

He had no wings, his face covered in a clear mask

As he spoke, strange air sounds

Pushed his voice towards me

He lifted me from the floor

The fog vanished from my mind

I was outside the flame eating fire

Now each day I start with a cup of coffee

And a conversation with the universe

For a moment, I am transported outside of time

Touching the divine

The scars on my body no longer bother me…

AAAAA

#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 19

Jaye's Journal x12

 

I still have to juggle the laptop and computer, just to wade through my email list. Whatever is wrong, BT either doesn’t see it or could care less, despite my wordy complaints.

Days passed, and I learned how to cope with my malfunctioning emails. I am sure it helps to be stubborn like me.

Then they sent me an email, asking for feedback for their recent changes. I couldn’t believe it. Had they received my complaints? Or were they under the impression that I liked the mess they had created?

Needless to say, I did answer their email, but I wasn’t polite. At all.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING WEIRD

Our hot water system is on a timer, and we always have plenty of hot water. So I was surprised to find it barely warm when I washed my hair. Investigation revealed that a switch had been turned off.

Strangely, no one had touched it, so I turned it back on.

Next day, it was lukewarm, and again, the switch was turned off. Either we had a paranoid interfering ghost, or the switch was faulty.

I couldn’t imagine what kind of fault would do this, so when it happened yet again, I reported it anyway. Maybe a new switch would solve the problem.

We are quite used to strange goings on around here. Remember that mysterious red light reflected in our front room window? We never did find what was making it and it is still there. Read the post here

FINALLY, SOMETHING REALLY GOOD HAPPENED

The beta read I ordered from Fiverr.com last week came back yesterday from Sara Mae. I opened the file, feeling more than a little apprehensive. To be honest, I expected the worst. Maybe Sara would find my story ridiculous or substandard and return it to me unread.

Imagine my delight to discover that Sara absolutely loved it. She was very thorough, pointing out what could be changed to make it better. Most of the points she raised were sensible and logical. I could clearly see what a difference it would make.

This was a trial run to see if it would be workable, ready for PayBack, my WIP and it most definitely was.

So if you need a beta read or help with anything writing related, you know where to go…

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