Image credit: Pixabay- Alexas Photos
( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)
I do not know where these
four snow gnomes came from
They appeared overnight in my garden
Snow has been forecast,
yet not one flake has fallen
Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?
A cosmic April joke.
Cheeky, merry looking,
I half expect them to dance around my garden
Venturing out to touch them,
to confirm what my eyes see.
I could swear the first one laughed
As if my touch tickled
As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling
They were made of something alive
More than frozen water
Where could they have come from?
Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?
Somehow, I think not
There is magic in the air…
Image credit: Pixabay- Zhugher
( For visually challenged reader, the photo shows a man, on a pier, in a carefree swinging movement. A body of water is visible in the background)
Image credit- Pixabay- Willgard
( For visually challenged reader, the picture shows a tree with human face, eyes open wide and an open mouth, either in smile or scream)
Due to the shortage of hugs around here these days, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t even have a tree that I could hug.
There is an old crabapple tree at the bottom of the garden, but it has long been dead, although it is covered by a thick growth of ivy it doesn’t really encourage any hugging, as it has to be swarming with insect life.
Several gardens near me have large trees but I can hardly invite myself into their gardens, not with a lockdown in operation.
That was when I found myself looking at the rather large gum tree in the next-door garden and knew that the new people hadn’t moved in yet!
Desperate for a hug, I sneaked through the gap in the overgrown hedge and approached the tree. It sounds strange but I swear it was waiting for me!
My arms didn’t reach all the way around the dappled bark of the trunk and it felt strangely warm to the touch. I laid my face on the smooth surface of the tree and gave it the best hug.
I was smiling as I made my way back to my own garden, and I knew the smile had come from the tree…
Image credit: Pexels
( For visually challenged readers, the image shown a neon sign lit in lime green color. In the background, you can see city lights. The sign read, ” you are here” )
eating away my rainbow colours
Darkness bites the side of my neck
You are here.
Words I hear whispered from the shadows
A land I thought of only in films
Old castle, evil built in bricks and mortar
You are here now,
your life to be lived in shadows
You are where you belong
Standing beside your prince of darkness…
Another very topical prompt from Sadje this week…
Photo credit: Leah Kelly on Pexels
( For visually challenged reader, the picture shows a girl holding a book which is hiding her face. The title of the book is not clear.)
You can run but you can’t hide
There are only a certain amount of words
Sooner or later, you will reach the end
How many books can you read?
Before you want to shred the pages
Open the window, let the pieces
Be caught by the wind
Watch them fly free
Counting down the days
Until you catch them, like a lost balloon
Free from the four walls
that held you in lockdown…
Image- Egil Sjøholt -Pexels ~ Words by Anita Dawes
( For the visually challenged reader, the photo shows a purple illumination in the sky in form of a beam. We can see the stars in it. A figure is silhouetted in the light.)
Image credit; Kellepics- Pixabay
For the Visually challenged readers, the picture shows a woman dressed as a warrior standing on a rock and next to her is a giant mask. One of the eye socket of which is half broken.
Empty eye sockets
Fallen idols, broken
Billowing clouds remember
Change is coming
Stone mountain silent
She stands, proud
Her lean body
Ready to spring
When echoes call…
In the memory of our dear Hélène, Sadje from #Keep it Alive has decided to continue this challenge and we are more than happy to take part!
Ebby, I am not sat here on a small boulder
In the middle of the lake for the benefit of my health
I am a small part of you, a dream spirit
Here to tell you to stop drinking
from your favourite drinking hole
You’re getting too big to hang from that cliff edge
Look at your reflection, your trunk hardly reaches the water
For the love of Ganesh, leave this place
Find a new watering hole before you plunge headlong
Into the water you love so much
To be carried away over the rapids, lost to your family
Heed my words, Ebby, for I cannot come again…