Transcendence

Where do your thoughts go as you float into this moment this beautiful little death...

Archaeological Walk on the Beach

They mark the ascent of Man footsteps under Formby sands...

Dream

The dream that one dream hidden among the deepest secrets of the soul...

Ernie the Other Half a Bee

Half of me, co-incidentally, As has been said, Eric be, This half of bee must surely be, acutely, the half bee that is me...

Unalterably Flawed

Stepping up to the mark and meeting the expectations of trying in desperation to fit in the right boxes...

White Noise

Ground Control to Major Tom Captain Scarlet has lost his way and Spectrum no longer shines green...

Feeding the Oligarchs

Ancient rivers flowing as dust as old as Mother Earth victims of humanity’s greed....

The Runes: Reading Three Runes

Preparation Prepare yourself and your surroundings to set the right mood. Concentrate on the task ahead of you. When you are ready spread all the runes face down. Think of your life as it is at this moment in time, and silently ask for the runes to guide you. Choose your runes as follows: First …

Death Before Dying

As years swept past, old age arrived, the grey replaced his jet-black hair. His eyes of blue need lens to see An aid in ear is placed with care...

Dandelion Wishes

In the heat of the moment and summer sun irrational thoughts and fraught emotions stretched in taut tension in the fields of attrition...

Litter

It’s just one can dropping it won’t make a difference someone will pick it up...

Hero Worship

I felt no fear when I saw you In the twilight sitting alone on the rock by the sea I knew...

Buzz Cut

Who are you to tell me how my hair should be How it should be cut and styled as you say length is feminine beauty a constant pressure of voices saying ‘you’d look so pretty with long hair’...

Let Her Fall

When kissing her let her fall into her desire...

Ticking By

Days spent in nine-to-five watching the seconds tick by wish time would go faster to the end of the working day and the years pass by in the days of free time...

Petals

Once when my rose bloomed her petals were silken white and her beauty held my heart in wonder her laughter sparkled like fizzy champagne spilling over the rim of the glass enchanting all it touched with sweetness entwined with the scent of my delicate white rose...

Justification

Those dreams cascading in delicate purple flowers purified by frustrated thoughts and fabulous habits...

#Writephoto – It Starts Boxing Day

Bags secreted in cupboards on Boxing Day before Auld Lang Syne has been sung...

What is Love

What is the love we speak of when we say love you each night surely it is not the highly sexed cravings of a Mill and Boon novel...

Without Ribbons

The gift I give you is not something I don’t want its not gone out of fashion as it always had its own style it may be a bit patched up here and there...

For the Love of the Moon

In her fullness shines the goddess and the night air shimmers with bliss with shadows falling across the window pane her eternal presence smiles with light...

Semasiology

An -ology it must be medical like in physiology and psychology. Not in the case of changing word places for that is the study called semasiology...

La Tropilla de la Zurda

A figment of illusion nothing more like hobbits and orcs he cannot be real a character formed in imagination...

Magic Bullet

I don’t need a gun to prove identity a bullet don’t make a man the threat of death claiming power...

One Tree, Four Seasons

First tender embrace brings warmth; vernal caresses that brought souls from death; undeveloped fountains of fertility attire my unkempt, naked limbs; sweet hearted blossoms, subtle; delicate; light; once more, I feel life...

Exposed Senses

She wept as a bride sat on the edge of winds, her senses raw to emotional dreams. Her mouth quenched by bitter tragedy, the sweetness of lemons would have kinder taste...

#WritePhoto – Ivy and the Oak

Scratching she’s under my skin as her tendrils suck into me...

Uttered Vibrations

Today I wandered deeper inside with trees reaching closer the forest held me pulling me onward until we reached a clearing ...

Consent Matters

I wear my skirts short but I’m no airhead and life ain’t easy on these downtown streets with your predatory eyes watching me walk...

Figuring It Out

In the forgettable pages of old textbooks amid acne and growing pains the pubescent right of passage where it all went wrong...

#Writephoto – Witterings of Sir Jeff

Who was it who woketh me at my rest, disturbed yn the long nyght I wander unseen unheard I wander forgotten...

She Wins Again

The dog’s walk revealed in paw trails to her bed brown eyes glint in mischief...

#Writephoto – Hush-Hush

Secrets are fun when you are a kid keeping it close and you’re the only one to know as day by day it becomes your own and then it begins to cast shadows...

Comeuppance

Looks of an angel enchanting a man’s mind deceiving his heart with a single look...

Another Night Another Tear

Alone in the darkness thoughts running wild vivid and vibrant as they antagonise the nerves with doubt belittling my soul with fear...

A Wave of Hedonism

No candy is sweeter and no lemon more sour as the moment our lips meet...

Misleading Beauty

Intricate weavings bedazzled by early morning dew offer the promise of the rising sun beautiful and beguiling jewellery...

Appreciation of Love

Again I am in your debt a debt money can never repay there is no price I can place on your love...

The Love of Pan

I watch you watching me as if we are divided by the universe and all the stars and worlds within and your eyes continue to stare like I am some kind of experiment...

Son of Aphrodite

A sensual little number she thinks concealing nothing beneath sparsely stretched silk as she walks down the street...

The Deadly Pudding

An uncrowded bistro in Montmartre soft music and the rapture of French cuisine tormenting the senses with romantic sounds and long forgotten aromas reawakening those Parisian days with you....

Fluffy Boots

Nerve damage sugar levels unstable and feet of ice...

Nattering Old Ladies

Sharp and vibrant green bent over the path like old women gathered to natter on the corner ...

Head for Jack

Take my hand as the bar closes I'm drunk First whiskey now me shared by all that play...

#Writephoto – The Reluctant Laptop

Thank you KL for a great prompt, and a wonderful trip back to when my lads were whippersnappers – ok a nightmare at the time...

By Sword and Candle

The olden day traditions told truth to be condemned by the apostolic lies while burning in flames and they thought we’d just forget....

#Writephoto-Contemplation

Thank you to KL for providing a great prompt, you can find it here https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/08/12/writephoto-cliff-edge/ I must admit my gut reaction was holy eff, eeeek and not to write this but that is being a chickenpoop isn’t it? My apologies, darling, there was only one way a manic depressive could go, I hasten to add, I am in a good place so safe to write it...

Red Roses

Blood red petals lie on her white fingers augurs of stains to come and she waits in the twilight for him to come...

Living with It

Arms crossed tight not daring to breathe will it ever feel right...

The Violin

Her strings sing of moonlight the melancholic songs of solitude that echo through the twilight mist and the stars come out to hear her violin....