The Forest

And the story continues…..

This is a repost of a blog from a while back….now the story continues. Check back next week for part two….

Thank you for stopping by..

jungleLoneliness is an interesting feeling. Out here I never felt so alone. I followed the river and the water mesmerised my vision as if it was being siphoned into a spiralling hole underneath my gaze. My feet sunk into the dark wet mud. The cold covered the skin like small cuts of a knife into the flesh and the colour of my skin was no more than of bone. The iced feeling chilled every part of me. Legs to torso, to jaw to scalp, all vividly rattling along as if on an old escalator, but going nowhere.

The rain bulleted from the darkest of skies. It filtered through branches, leaves exponentially poured like from a reservoir onto my shoulder then stopped, wittingly collecting again awaiting to restart. My hair was heavy, eyes cloudy, as my forehead drained upon my face and my chin streamed a river of water onto my chest. I posed with knees together, fists together but no warmth exulted from this angle of arms into breast. Here in the wet, the mud, the moment, I was frozen.

My clothes tightly wrapped around legs and arms as the cold cloth stained into my body unmoveable. The fall sustained further back had splattered earth to my hands and face that bit into flesh. The shoes lay somewhere cemented into the ground on the path, so bare feet chilled into bone, to marrow to freeze blood.

I couldn’t hear birds call, or traffic nearby nor human – animal movements due to hissing of the rain. Foolish to venture these muddy paths of riveted blackness, stoops and drains of ground like treacle. No saviour will come this way, I and only I can make my way out of this dissented climate. I have been here too long. A lift of foot, a step, a bleeding pained first step is required just one, just rise and step away.

1 Comment

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray

I found this statue hidden under the branches of a tree. She was covered over with the leaves, forgotten, worn and frayed. She must have been the image of a woman someone loved and cherished in the past.
Your face will
never fade
from my memory
Your laughter
the sound of
sweet melody
Your eyes into
mine engage
into eternity
Always ever in
my thoughts
kept internally


Leave a comment

Weekly Writing Challenge: Friendship


An out stretched hand
To give freely
Not fluid or sand
Friends completely

Strong hold offered
With gentle care
No price proffered
A call of prayer

A hand to hold
In time of need
Together bold
You can proceed

(For the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge: My Dear Watson)

Photography from my Father’s family album


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black and White












I faced the rain
And met the pain
I braved the night
Intent to fright

I stayed through gales
Whispered false tales
Weathered the storm
Battered, withdrawn

Wilted in light
Burnt, cut to blight
I stood firm ground
Resilience found

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black & White)