For visually challenged writers, the image shows a lake surrounded by trees and a mountain range in the distance. On the lake edge, you can see a lonesome log floating and a grassy flowered edge.
Gentle water spirits play beneath reflected sky. While a fallen log floats free towards a flowered bank Where humans walk hand in hand Under moonlit skies, beyond the trees, the mountains whisper of magic Laid down by ancient hands Buried deep in granite rock. It can still be found by those of purest heart, so, the legend goes. While others tell of Merlin’s buried treasure His book of spells, Arthur’s sword Splinters of the round table beneath the ragged rock They say Knights are sleeping, Waiting for Merlin to ring the bell. Over the years, many have reported hearing a bell ringing. Would you answer the call? I would if it meant I could speak to Merlin…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone or a tomb with a key-like inscriptionbut no words upon it.
Earth holds many mysteries None more so than the stone I stand before It does not belong here. It’s one half of a door to an ancient mausoleum a copy. Now hiding a secret bound by time they lie beneath, arms entwined they no longer dream in colour, their hour has passed they wait for a certain kind of magic that he can bring when he returns to wake, to walk the cliffs they once called home for now, their bones lie cold, wrapped in earth the monk’s chatter, asking if they can bring back a legend to hold the people together, to give them more than the dry crumbs that life offers so many years later, we stand and wonder about the dry bones that lie beneath the cold black stone…
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.
Time worn concrete wave That makes me smile My feet ache at the thought Of how many souls have trod These steps Leaving perfect bottom shaped seats To sit and chat with your neighbour Take a seat in a worn-out time machine See where it takes you…
Today, I have beaten Anita to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto entry! This mysterious castle just called me and I couldn’t help myself!
The air was so cold my lungs screamed with every breath and I had lost all feeling in my feet a while ago. Something I was grateful for, as they too had been in agony from the intense cold.
My breath seemed to hang in the air, inches from my face, the moisture rendered heavy enough to linger. I wanted to stop, to stand still and watch what would happen. Would my frozen breath drop to the ground like human snow?
However, I would not stop, not yet.
The snowy castle spires were visible now, appearing above the frozen trees as I drew closer. Each step became harder, every breath more painful. My thoughts scattering like snowflakes.
Defeat was visible now too, and I wondered if anyone would find me, a frozen statue still gazing at the distant destination…
Another lovely image and prompt from Sue Vincent, encouraging flights of fancy and other strange phenomena!
I lay beneath the branches of a great oak tree, the world around me flashing blue and white. Trapped inside a maze of bark and green leaves, the lightning continued to strike, searching for me.
How many others had fallen beneath this thunderous white light lost lives, their voices echoing through the woods.
The longer I lay there the more I noticed how the bark marbled its way along the branches, each leaf illuminated by more lightning, revealing a network of veins. Wonders I had walked by many times without noticing the beauty all around me.
Will the lightning take my fallen soul before I am found?