Would you give Lucifer mouth to mouth?
Should the need arise
While angels sit waiting for his demise…
reflections
A Very Special Moment…
Merlin has been sitting on the desk with me a lot lately, so when he turned up again this morning, I simply stroked his head and went back to what I was doing on the computer.
He moved a little closer and I began to wonder if something was wrong. I studied him for a while, then gently put my hand on his head. He looked bright enough and his head and ears felt cool, so I let my hand slide slowly down his back. He looked up at me with so much wisdom and intelligence in his amber eyes and at that moment, I experienced a deep communication between us as our eyes met.
It is usually difficult to see Merlin’s eyes properly, as they seem to vanish in his black face, but for once I could clearly see him looking at me.
He stretched his head towards me until our heads were almost touching. I was sure he had something to tell me, but all I felt was such overwhelming sadness. Was it just his sorrow, or my own somehow joining together?
“You okay, Merlin?”
I had the strongest feeling he wasn’t, as I knew old age was creeping up on him too. I had seen how many times he missed the couch when a jump failed, and how he often stumbled as he walked around. I found myself wondering if he ever thought about how much time he had left, as I often did. The thought that neither of us might not last much longer brought tears to my eyes.
He stayed with me for a while and I with him, sharing something very special.
Two old souls, emotionally communicating on some deeper level.
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#Macro Monday…
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#Silent Sunday…
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Cornish Etheree…
Dozmary Pool, Cornwall
Cornish Etheree
On a long trek across wind swept Cornwall
Searching out ancient legends still told
Close to Dozemary Pool the air changed
Shifting with long held purpose
Wind stills the water’s edge
I fear a sharp pull
of legend lost
where Arthur’s
sword still
waits
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#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry
June 3, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that makes a big splash. It can be fluid, or you can play with the idiom (to make a big splash is to do or say something that becomes unforgettable). Go where the prompt leads!#Flash Fiction Challenge
I am looking through my rain painted windows
Waterlogged drowned gutters run
with rainbow coloured bubbles
Rain, when pouring, dancing to its own tune
Children finding the best puddles to make a big splash
Returning home to drip rain indoors
Red cheeks, happy faces
Safe in front of warm fires
Snug under cosy blankets
The deluge continues as you gaze
through your kitchen window
The heavens open, turning your garden pond
Into a tidal wave
Gold carp dancing in water lifted
Spinning lights flashing
Golden doubloons dropping
A big splash, smooth water once more
Cup of hot chocolate calling…
I am looking through my rain painted windows
Waterlogged drowned gutters run
with rainbow coloured bubbles
Rain, when pouring, dancing to its own tune
Children finding the best puddles to make a big splash
Returning home to drip rain indoors
Red cheeks, happy faces
Safe in front of warm fires
Snug under cosy blankets
The deluge continues as you gaze
through your kitchen window
The heavens open, turning your garden pond
Into a tidal wave
Gold carp dancing in water lifted
Spinning lights flashing
Golden doubloons dropping
A big splash, smooth water once more
Cup of hot chocolate calling…
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A Slip in Time… #Poetry
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I find myself lost in a wonderland and time
Wrapped in old magic, a kiss to the mind
To be lost in such a world is like being reborn
My heart knew this world to be free of darkness
Washed with strange things, the eyes seek to find more
Every fruit you have ever eaten, grown on one large tree
Rivers run with ever changing rainbow colours
Feathered friends whistle by, their metallic colours flashing
Flowers bow their heads in morning greeting
Rain falls around you, watering the ground
Nurturing this strange place
I see a house beyond the woods with diamond glow
Dare I knock, find who lives here?
My heart beats so hard,
I thought the occupant heard my approach
The golden feathered knocker lifted, banged down once
Before I could reach my hand to it
For a moment I believed the door opened by itself
For I saw only a bright light
I closed my eyes in silent prayer
Please let there be a friend standing there
On opening my eyes, my mouth flew wide
Her hair of gold like a summer corn field
Grew to her waist, her eyes a mixture of blue and green
Her smile welcoming, her beauty would wear no words
I seem to be lost, I said in a voice I hardly recognized
“You are exactly where you need to be.
Welcome, you are in time for tea.”
Would food be as I remembered?
I stepped inside and it feels like home…
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#Writephoto ~ Choices #Poetry
Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto
So small do I stand of soft grey waves
The gentle whisper of many voices as it reaches the shore
Choices I made washed out to sea
On my walk through to town I see
A strange gargoyle, face hidden by fingers of stone
Small brood of ladybirds paint empty eye sockets red
A gift of life to see through rose-coloured hues
I move to walk away, is that a smile I see?
To grey forest I walk to find one large ring doughnut tree
A small opening where I can see
Far more than lies beyond its shape
Tiny creatures dance with lanterns lit
Bird song joins in peals of laughter
I walk away as if from Celtic dream
Old snapshot found when I reach home
Blue sea mountains, lush green valleys
Pastures new, where I might roam…
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The Ancient Streets of London for #Willow Poetry…
Weekly Challenge (June 4 to June 10/2019)
How to join: write a post on your own blog, your choice of poetry or a story.
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Monday “Round-up” includes all links posted in the comment section of this post.
Photo prompt June 4 to June 10, 2019:
Image by Willow Poetry
The ancient streets of London, under a full moon
A story old as time was playing out of the feline variety
Lola, a beautiful white Persian had fallen for the ginger tom cat
Whose master had once called him Phillip
Before moving away, leaving him on the streets
Her father, having searched the rooftops
Found her on her own with the chocolates
Phillip had half inched from an open window
She sat, holding his tattered hat
He gave the lecture that so many fathers have done
Little knowing Phillip hung by his claws from the gutter.
Should he take note of these very words coming from her father
That she will end up in the gutter should she continue the courtship
Phillip had washed and pressed his best tie
Worn his only hat which she now clutches
He hangs from the gutter feeling like a criminal
He has no home and lives in the dark alleys of London
He cannot ask her to do the same
Her father is right, she deserves better
With her father’s words ringing in his ear
He wondered, could he find a good place to call home
Elope with his beloved Lola
He heard her say, “Father, I will follow Phillip anywhere.
He will look after me. Love finds a way.”
Phillip had the answer his heart wanted to hear
From the lips of one who loved him…
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Sweet Embrace… #Poetry
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Sweet Embrace
Elsa swam across the sea
With lead lined boots, her heart did quake
Her love lies deep below
To his tomb she means to go
Her life so empty it cannot be filled
Of promises that time will heal
His desire for treasures he wished to find
His greatest treasure he left behind
Her tear-filled face when last he breathed
Too late the penny dropped, his eyes closed
She is now forgotten
Her lead lined boots reached the mud below
Her heart filled with a sudden glow
She found her love in a pool of light
Made from cold green sea
She held his hand, heard her name whispered from his lips
Held by time and tide, they lie together now
In sweet eternal embrace…
