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 Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #36
Image credit: Ariadne-a-mazed on Pixabay
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 Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #35
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fern fronds caress the moonlight’s cobalt rays
opening night blooms to scent bright butterfly wings
ringing bluebells dancing over dead leaves and distant hearts
ever beating, glowing in the heart of darkness
sending saffron sunbeams sliding over silky loams
tempting new life to rise from the ink-dark dead of night
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #34
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to make up
to a point
Until one day
we followed him.
Who would have thought it?
Charlie really had
a pet dinosaur.
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #33
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there is something
about a portrait in sepia
the delicate hue and the softly faded smile
not standardized or digitized or posted somewhere in the cloud
save it – print it – don’t lose it – you’ll regret it
and always keep your memories
stored safely in
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #32
Image credit: DariuszSankowski on Pixabay
Dark trees, darkened house, sense of dread inside your head.
Go on, step softly, lest he hear you What goes on inside that house?
Light spills out, a shadow moves Hold your breath, keep still, keep calm!
The light grows stronger, pulls you near. Sense of dread inside your head.
You look up, the figure beckons. Sense of dread inside your head.
Gripped by his gaze he draws you in. Sense of dread inside your head.
You venture onward, up the stairs. Sense of dread inside your head.
Dark trees, darkened house, no longer have that sense of dread? Come closer now, you’re almost there Welcome to the vampire’s lair!
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #31 Image credit: Art Tower on Pixabay
Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?
A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #30
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay
The image shows four tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!
The Cutesy-Pie Snow-People were the craze of the century that Christmas. Their sweet little faces and animated features melted the hardest of hearts, and by mid-December every garden, balcony and complex had their own little Cutesy-Pie.
Everyone feared what would happen to the cute little creatures come the thaw. People cleared spaces in their freezers and banded together to rented chill-rooms to accommodate them for the warmer months.
But as the snow melted the Snow-People hardened. They began to grow taller and slimmer. They lost their sweet expressions and threw off their quirky hats. People stared out at them with a new fear. Were their cute little Snow-People going to turn on them?
Then one morning as the sun rose and cast its strengthening rays over the land, the Snow-People took to the air, rising up, glinting in the sunlight like so many ice angels.
They banded together and flew north.
Satellites tracked the angels’ progress; the feed was live-streamed into every home. People watched and waited. Then, as the first light dawned over the northern pole, the angels descended. Their bodies merged with the melting glaciers and re-froze the recent permafrost.
Together the Snow-People undid the damage of decades.
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #29
Image credit: Alexas Photos on Pixabay
You danced for me
early that morning
when you walked me home
from the party.
Dawn was breaking,
early morning sun
shone over the river.
Your steps were so light,
we were both so free.
Now you dance no more.
But I at least still have that
early morning memory.
Written in response to photo prompt. Sadje ’s What Do You See #28
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It was widely assumed that Afterwards everything would go back to Normal.
Whatever that had been. Few remembered.
Thomas had never imagined this though. That Mother Earth would exact her revenge on the human race like this.
It could have been worse, he reflected. Being a tree wasn’t so bad.
Written in response to Sadje ’s What Do You See #27 photo prompt.
Image credit: Willgard on Pixabay