A bounty

Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: Citrus

Before a lemon
a flower is born
splendid in white
a centre is formed

A lemon emerges
hangs on to life
shiny and golden
from sunshine to ripe

The tree is heavy
a bounty of lemons
yellow and happy
life from the soil

Towards the end
a sunset of life
the next stage
ready for picking

Tonight is the Winter Solstice

Terri’s Sunday Stills: A Wildflower #Solstice

The fire was lit
to celebrate
the Winter Solstice
the warming glow
smoke drifting
into the trees

The sun was setting
casting a stillness
over the bush
birds at roost
silence
only broken by
sounds of cars
in the distance
on the highway
heading home
from working in town

A car drives
down my road
the crunch of gravel
another coming
home for dinner
Here’s cheers
to the Winter Solstice
a wine and snacks
crackers
cheese
olives
sopressa
the warmth of
the fire

The sky darkens
the bush is quiet
all are home
the faint sound
music from
down the road
the faint reverse beeping
of the final
truck to
leave the quarry
silence at last
darkness decends

The final embers
the final glow
of a winters day
Winter Solstice
goodbye my friend
until next year
when a fire
will be lit
to celebrate
the Winter Solstice

In the box

A reply of random thoughts to Amanda’s Imagination in a Box

Should I open the lid
what could escape
inside my mind
I have many
things
memories
string
to tie the past
to the future
stones
to lay foundations
or archeological ruins
feathers
plucked laying bare
wrapped in warmth
paper clips
holding it all together
no escape
staying within my mind
Never open the lid.

If these walls could talk

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #410

He sits beside
these broken
walls
listening
Has she a voice
to tell him
life
love
His face
rough stones
close
enticing
Her story
to touch
entreating
being
Voices of past
tears now
straining
hearing

nothing

Tonight

This wave
pummels me
onto the shore
the track behind closing
the track ahead indistinct
searching
a way out
of blackness

looking for
that light
a spark
to reignite my soul

finding no solace
where it
was before
within
darkness
without
an unfinished puzzle

the sky beckons
the stars faded
the moon
bright
there should be light

where has
it gone
should I
go forward
or stay
here
for eternity

words
just words
I cry for
all of us

It was on the shelf

Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday: Eldritch

As i walked
among the
rows
of shelves
i could see
could feel
the eyes
upon my being
drilling into my
flesh
a bead of
sweat
trickled
what am i
doing here
what was that?
footsteps!
no a scraping
was that breathing?
Darkness enveloped
again
footsteps
No……i am alone
among the shelves
something sent
a breath
a breeze
across my face
more sweat
i am alone
eyes
i feel
upon me still
among the rows
of shelves
i walk
suddenly
there
in front of me
A jump back
recoil
i turn to run
a look
of horror
of shock
it’s there!
As i walked
among the
rows
of shelves.

It all adds up

Sadie’s What do you See

The image to work with

Euclid
Pythagoras
A mystery to me
Some say
Geometry
I say angles
axioms
lines
planes
spacial relationships
(my bestie and me)
circles and rectangles
Pie (not Pi)
I need
a protractor?
but on my farm
I need
a tractor
But a set square?
I only have
Becky’s Squares
which do me fine
But do I need
to know
the shapes
the size
the dimensions
of things
around my house
I need to
know
what bird
that sings
not the
workings
of many things
From my schooling
Pythagoras
and Euclid
my mind has hid.

Poetic – with apologise to TS Elliot

Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Poetic

Debbie illustrated her stanza of TS Elliot’s The Waste Land poem beautifully with references to Margate. The name reference made me laugh as I had just read another reason that he added an S to his name. As I am not English and don’t have a vast amount of photos from my times in England to illustrate my post, I shall have to with what I have here.

From the same poem, which has many stanzas, I have chosen this stanza and I feel my photo may be an Aussie interpretation. You have to know a bit about Australian insects and their behaviour to fully understand the part of the poem and my photo interpretation. All works well up to the last line. For those who could be unaware of my liking for all things in nature and could have an aversion to spiders, perhaps read the wonderful verse but proceed no further or as I would like, that you do have a quick peek to understand my reasoning for including this photo to match the poem.

“She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.”

Here is the full poem if you may be interested https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47311/the-waste-land

If you have any questions why I used the photo and how it matched the words, just send me a comment please

A writing challenge

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge February 15
Today’s prompt: Write a poem that starts with bitten

Bitten not Bittern
a bite
not a bird
chew and munch
at lunch
a strange call
a Bittern a bird
was heard
an apple
for lunch
was bitten
a crunch
was heard
as was a Bittern
a picnic
was bitten

If you have not seen or heard a Bittern calling, have a listen

From 11debmiller https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEtvQ5l4Qiwk7foEIfNNG7g