New2Writing ~ #writephoto challenge ~ Lake


Lake – Image by Sadje

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#writephoto ~ ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – The Secret in the Stone

The Secret in the stone – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone or a tomb with a key-like inscription but 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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Worn ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image 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…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto Thursday Photo Prompt Wishes

Another lovely prompt from Sue Vincent…




image by Sue Vincent



From the dawn of time, man has looked to the heavens to scatter their wishes.

Like Stardust, the grains of sand that fall through your fingers, or the leaves that blanket the ground in autumn. All wasted.

I have tied my ribbon to the wishing tree at St. Nectan’s Glen in Cornwall, all to no avail.

But we keep on wishing, don’t we?

Have you ever noticed how many of your wishes come true when you command them assertively? Like, ‘stop that infernal noise’.

Within seconds, the noise will stop, and I roll my eyes to the sky and say thank you.

I believe that wishes must have some meaning, be heartfelt, not just lip service to something that is simply hoped for.

I have a friend who writes her wishes on a slip of paper, then buries it in the garden. She tells me that wishes are like seeds. They need to be loved and nurtured before they come back to you.

She never seems to go without the things she wants. After all, that is all wishes are.

Try this yourself and see what happens…

#Writephoto: Pinnacle

Today, I have beaten Anita to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto entry!  This mysterious castle just called me and I couldn’t help myself!




Frozen Pinnacle

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…


©JayeMarie 2018

#writephoto – Fallen


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?