#Friday Flashback ~ Out of the Shadows and Into my Book…

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This is how Silent PayBack began…

For more than a week now, I have had this new character in my head. He has been following me around, watching my every move. I have tried to talk to him, in my head, you understand, but he has this enigmatic smile, and that’s all I get from him.

I think he wants me to figure out what to do with him, guess what he wants to do but so far, my brain is siding with him and refusing to cooperate.

This morning, I decided I would try to interview him, something I have done before with several of my characters, but you guessed it, he wouldn’t even sit down!

All I know so far is that I do want to write about him, and if I must go through hoops to do it, so be it!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod just then, so it would seem the game is on…

At first glance, he seems an unlikely hero, at least for one of my books. Not very tall, and slender with dark eyes and long hair tied back in a ponytail. Simply dressed in a dark shirt and jeans. But there is an aura about him, he could be a magician, magically producing doves from balls of tissue or flowers from thin air.

He has moved a little closer. I seem to have his full attention…

He is probably something in law enforcement, a police officer or detective, or why would he have turned up on my doorstep? I get killers too, but somehow I know he isn’t one of them. I hadn’t intended to write another crime thriller, I fancied a change, something haunting or spooky perhaps.

There is another character in my head, and although this one looks harmless, all blonde and attractive, the boy next door type. But I know instinctively that he means trouble. Are these two men destined to cross swords? I am beginning to think they are…

I have a lot of thinking imagining to do and to save confusion; I will call the dark haired one David and the blonde William. I already know they are two very different people, and discovering what they are about will be very interesting…

And the rest, as they say, is history…

©Jaye Marie 2020

#Writephoto ~ Painted #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Painted #writephoto

 

This week Sue Vincent has chosen a rather lovely image for the prompt.

Shades of Monet there, I think…

 

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather oriental red bridge over a  pool covered with waterlilies and surrounded by trees.

 

Woodland Scent

What lies beyond the red bridge?

Tantalising, teasing, a sound calling me

Daring me to fight my way through the trees

I cross over the shining lily pond

Following the sweet melancholy sound

Of someone singing

Their sorrow filled the air

I felt it, a delicate touch

A small hand brushing against my skin

The scent of woodland must be messing with my head

I reach a clearing where a large tree had fallen

I sat awhile, the strange sound surrounding my head

Again, the touch on my arm

There she sat, beside me

Her eyes the colour of moonlight

Her hair, fallen snow, so delicate

One touch would crush her

I dare not move for fear she would vanish

So beautiful a wood nymph

As any painter would wish to put on canvas

I thought of Monet

How well she would look on his lily pond

Her tiny frame would not look out of place

Realising that the singing had stopped

I remember thinking I had not seen her mouth moving

Her words entered my head

You must save the woodlands

We are many, unseen by human eyes

We need the trees to protect us, to live…

With one last touch against my skin, she vanished.

My mind turned upside down

As I walked back across the bridge

Turning to take one last look

I swear I could see her sitting on a lily pad…

©anitadawes 2020

 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 178 #PhotoPrompt

 

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a #PhotoPrompt

 

Image Credit: Balaji Malliswamy

 

In

nightmares

The sharp eye

of a hunter

follows my shadow

beside the riverbank

Through damp green jungle foliage

If I should slip, lunch would be served

Damp earth slipping beneath my feet

I wake before the sharp teeth can take hold…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 30 – 18 May 2020

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Image credit- Pixabay- Majaranda

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a young girl standing next to an old sprawling tree in a park. There is an empty bench in front of her)

My Favourite

 

#Silent Sunday…

 

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Abandoned house. Image by Jaye Marie

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Who is that in the window? Image by Jaye Marie

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Nature wins! Image by Jaye Marie

#Writephoto ~ Dance #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Dance #writephoto

 

Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale sun piercing the mists above a green path through a golden field, leading into the centre of a circle of stones.

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They Dance

Our star hung colourless

Unable to pierce the grey mist.

As I walked, the green path

with golden fields flanking my sides

I could feel the loneliness

The empty forgotten dance.

For a moment, I wanted to stop

Walk back leave these grey stones

With their ancient memories.

That thought compelled me

To walk on into the circle of stones.

I could barely make out the bank of growth

along the skyline. The mist hung thick

as I entered the stones

I lost the feeling of loneliness.

Replaced by a knowing

I was waiting for something to happen

No, not something, someone

To come back through the mist.

She came towards me

A dark-haired beauty wearing

a white dress that reached the ground

Her arms held out towards me

Before I left the stone circle

I danced with an angel…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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#BlogBattle ~ Flute #Poetry

#BlogBattle Stories: Flute

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May 2020 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

Flute

Flute

 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 177 #SynonymsOnly

This week’s words are transition & harmony, but we remembered to use the synonyms for these words!

 

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#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 29 – 11 May 2020

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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!)

 

No Snow

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…

©anitadawes 2020