Sands of Time

For visually challenged reader, the image shows a person walking in a desert, dwarfed by huge sand dunes. A long line of their footsteps can be seen behind them

sand
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
says nothing.

time
runs through the hourly glass
empty now
confession calls
tell nothing.

life
sands of time spilling out
dunes shifting
time, after all
is nothing.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash

The Tea Ceremony

The image shows a table set with six teacups, a teapot and a glass beaker. The wall at the back is adorned with oriental art and a flower arrangement.

Walls have ears and doors have eyes
your every move is checked.
Where you’ve been, whom you’ve seen
Examine what you’ve done.

All treachery gets back to me
I’ve something on you all.
Have you pleased me? Did you deceive me?
Maybe you’re the one.

Unnatural needs, wicked deeds
Someone’s betrayed the Cause.
Now choose your cup and drink it up
Will poison be in yours?


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #40 photo prompt.
Image credit: 五玄土 ORIENTO on Unsplash

Also inspired by ‘The Testaments’ by Margaret Atwood, which I finished reading over the weekend. A really splendid book. Here’s my review on Goodreads.

Nostalgia

The image shows a camera capturing the image of a woman in colour, while the rest of the image is in black and white. There are lots of tools on the wall behind the camera.

Sunshine and sandcastles,
warm hugs and gap-toothed grins.

Short skirts and high heeled shoes,
deep kisses and long-lashed smiles.

Memories colour a drab existence,
a façade over a pretty face.

Worn, wrinkled and age-faded,
behold the deceitful mask of time.

 


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #36 photo prompt.
Image credit: Ariadne-a-mazed on Pixabay

Night time lover

For visually challenged reader, the image shows a castle at night, it’s turrets and towers reflecting moonlight. A cloudy sky can be seen in the background.

Dressed in alabaster skin, I wait
beneath the unctuous black blanket of night.

Moonlight casts lascivious shadows
as I slide inside your cloak.

Moonlight illuminates your lurid lips
as I yield to dark desire.

Come morning, sunlight snatches you away
yet still you slide over my skin.

Until the next time
when darkness comes again.

 


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #35 photo prompt.
Image credit: Pixabay

 

100 Silly Words

The picture shows two brown bunnies hugging each other. There are a couple of brightly coloured eggs next to them.

I have a mirror which makes

me look thinner.

Not quite svelte

but at least I can loosen my belt,

to allow the occasional treat.

 

So bring me chocolate and sweets

and sugary treats

and promise not to tell

 

That the width of my waist

when sucked in with haste,

isn’t as large as I think

when approaching the sink

to wash up the debris of sin.

 

But here’s to the spring

when each living thing

starts to frolic and dance in the sun.

 

I’ll be hidden away

with the stash of today:

chocolate bunnies and eggs

and a book.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #25 photo prompt.
Image credit: Annca on Pixabay

Until we meet again

what do you see 20 by chris hall lunasonline

Wherever you go, know
I will watch out for you.

No, don’t look back!
Your future lies ahead.

Live it out, live it well
Be free, be happy!

Don’t turn around!
You’ll break the spell.

Know, my love
that I will be waiting

Until we meet
on the other side.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #20 photo prompt.
Image credit: Akshay Premjith, Pixabay

The Memory Keeper

what do you see 17 by chris hall lunasonline

A smile creeps around the corners of your face,

a faraway gaze mists your eyes,

remembering the hugs and tears

you shared

with each of the little ones.

 

They’ve long grown up

and fled the nest

But you hold on to those memories

Just in case

they need them again.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #17 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lisa Fotios – Pixabay

Gone

what do you see 16 by chris hall lunasonline

My love, how did I come to lose you?

You, the one to whom
I cleaved my heart, my soul

for all time.

Just a trace of you remains:
a hint of your scent in the clothes
you
left behind.

Come back my love, so I can hold you again.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #16 photo prompt.
Photo credit: ‘Reflections’ by Yunus Emre Uzun

The Rubicon

What do you see 7

She clutches the coin,
her mind’s eye not satisfied
with memories alone.

She needs an affirmation,
a token to cling to
when all else is gone.

Now in the shadow-lands
the mystery deepens,
her sight dims, her heartbeat slows.

In that moment, she fights,
desperate to break their pact,
but still onward the ferryman rows.


Written in response to Sadjes ‘What Do You See #7 photo prompt.

Yearning

he's here by chris hall lunasonline

All alone in the

big brass bed

you wait.

 

You’re late, my love!

 

Your body craves,

shivers, aches

with unfulfilled desires.

 

Where are you, my love?

 

A door bangs

A shutter creaks

He has come.

 

You are the moon

He is the night

You shine in his darkness

 

Engulfed by his touch,

slave to the rhythm

of his dance.

 

Later, in the empty bed

You wonder:

Was he really here?

 

Two ruby red droplets

on your pillow.

The legacy of his love.