Tag: #writephoto prompt Sue Vincent

#Carved #Writephoto

On By Alethea KehasIn Reflections, Uncategorized22 Comments

 

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She said, “Show me your soul, and I will take you inward.”

I looked across the vast landscape that surrounded me and back to the well. The ground felt firm beneath my feet, and I could feel the warmth of the setting sun strong against my back. The infinite sky above offered a dreamscape evoking heaven as we like to think of it. Yet, my eyes were drawn to her offer.

I peered over the edge of her basin. “You will not see the bottom, for there is no end.”

Fear rippled my heart. “That is good,” she told me. “Allow yourself to feel before you let go.”

My hands, gripping her rock shook with tremors of emotion. My eyes added salted water to the pool below.

“All life begins in darkness,” the voice urged me closer to the center. “But the soul resides in the Light.”

 

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge. To participate, please click here. 

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Arch #writephoto prompt

On By Alethea KehasIn Dreams, Poems11 Comments

 

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I dreamt of holding white dresses

like a wedding

because we all seek to be adorned with beauty

don’t we?

A brown cake rippled

in frosted garlands by a child’s

hand guided with a confidence

so easily lost to age

My feet run the hallway of records

life’s footsteps echoing off walls

which seem so solid to the mind

The light beyond the tunnel almost

an illusion

when matter enfolds the path

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge. If you would like to participate, please click here. 

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Shrine #writephoto prompt

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Uncategorized7 Comments

 

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They put the candle over his head

to light the darkness of the crown

Where his body lies in decomposition

a trinity of swans hovers above in remembrance

of what can be lost

as well as what continues on

 

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Distant #writephoto #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn A New Earth, Poems, Uncategorized9 Comments

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt:

 

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And the gods declared, “Let there be Light.

Again,”

while the body of the goddess stirred

the sleeping masses

For thousands of years

Man held the circle in the chain

of Fear

choking the life within

and also without

Only the stones can tell you the Truth

of  Time

They remember the sacred

as well as the broken

Open your heart to

touch their stories

 Birth, you will learn

requires a death

Not one, but many

Will you die

to be reborn

to remember

the Circle

again

Crow #writephoto #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Uncategorized13 Comments

 

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

If you think darkness is fear

follow me

If you see death in shadows

follow me

If you seek happiness through the sun

follow me

If you feel comfort in the covers

follow me

And I will show you the magic

of the hidden self

Joy screeching past decay

Reveals Life

Eternal

 

My latest take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. As usual, I’m never quite sure where her photos will lead me. They seem to take on a voice of their own. If you would like to participate, please click here. 

 

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Blue #writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems9 Comments

 

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Born into the illusion of separation

you thought life was a climb

 to a blue heaven

until you looked below

discovering the mirror of reflection

and the path of the shadow

pointing inward

to the light

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge Blue

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Thaw #Writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Uncategorized10 Comments

 

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My contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #thaw:

The flat rock remembered her sacrifice, but the land remembered only her love. Each spring the hills called her spirit out of the body of Earth and welcomed her home. The legend of the green maiden was known far and wide. It was told to children around fireplaces before the first thaw. Passed down through the generations.

Some say she lived hundreds of years ago. Others said thousands. And, some say she never really died. That the rock had given her eternal life, and not death.

The travelers who spotted her were always alone. She joined the ones who sat for a time in rest on the flat stone. As they gazed at the faraway hills, her green light would appear at their feet. Ah, the faires are out, spring must be on its way! The traveler would remark, unaware of the journey that awaited.

Then the green light would vanish and the brook that fell from the land of the giants would sing with her laughter.

Another one is coming, she called out to the sleeping hills. Time to wake up!

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Mists #Writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Uncategorized14 Comments

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly  #writephoto challenge:

 

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She was forever looking away. Her back pressed against the trunk of the oak sought the grounding Earth below.

 Will you not turn, just once, so I can see your face? The sun god’s plea was held in each drop of mist. His love hovered over her skin. One billion kisses ready to penetrate her pores, but Diana chose the sheath of the moon’s light. Her gaze always turned to the hunt of darkness.

The shadowland beckoned as the sun god gave up the futile quest for victory, and Diana rose from her rest beneath the oak and slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder. She had dreams to chase through the hills and valleys.

Night was the time when memories ran wild and played with fear and hope. Those who would be fooled called them nightmares. They never knew who controlled the real demons so the mind could travel where it would not dare venture during daytime.

I care not for your false face, Diana sang as Day descended. You have left too many blind, and my work is endless because of your trickery. I will never be fooled by your golden touch. Fools, she whispered, only the fools who sleep and call themselves men. If they only knew I was trying to save them.

 Some of them do, the oak reminded her. Don’t forget those who have passed through the mists.

 

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Magic #Writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Uncategorized16 Comments

 

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The white fairy waited for the travelers to pass before she stepped out of the hillside. They were so focused on the cold, she wasn’t sure they would notice her, but if they did, they would not have been ready. Her job was to catch the ones who were ready. Those who ventured into the forest not to get through it, but to become it. These travelers were easy enough to spot. She called them the dreamers. She could see the glow of their green hearts as they gazed in wonder at a landscape that looked lifeless to most.

Of course, they often spotted her with ease, even when she sometimes tried to test them with her stillness. Eyes that could see were never fooled by attempts at camouflage. Today, though, she was waiting for the one who didn’t yet know the world he thought was real was really a facade. These were her favorite humans. She loved to catch the veil as it lifted from the inner eye. The moment of surprised delight that followed made the wait well worth it.  Magic, these travelers were about to discover, was not a just the stuff of fairy tales.

 

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Bleak #writephoto prompt #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Uncategorized10 Comments

 

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Gaia had been asleep for too long, the land turned bleak for want of her touch. The waters surrounding Earth were muddy with despair. It would take a thousand years to clear their memory of force.  Yet, despite the heavy tread of man, deep within the crevices, hope began to bloom into life.

She could wait. Her cracked face nestled against the side of her ancestors watched in stillness. Her hollowed eyes recorded each step that passed and stored their imprints. Time was nothing more than an accumulation of weight, and below her she could feel the quickening of the land’s heartbeat. The reign of power was shifting, awakening the goddess back to life.

This was my contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt. If you would like to participate, please click here. 

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