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The Forest….Part 2 The story continues…..

I hear voices and look skyward. The light through the leaves streams yellow into my vision. I squint, the hiss of the rain has stopped. I hear birds and movement from a subtle breeze waffling the greenery. The path I came along is adjacent to a banking of terraced trees. In the darkness it looked dense and dark. In the skimming light I can now see the boarder of the trees at a high level.

“Maybe there is a wall under the foliage? I definitely hear sounds, speech or breeze? I don’t know.”

I am unable to move without pain. My feet feel as if all circulating blood had been replaced by ice. I wriggle my toes stabbing axon to axon. Cold wet and fragile, I move, yes… I move one foot with a pained gasp, my lips splutters the wetness out into the air from my soaked face. A deep inhale and the other foot is free. I flip sideways to a more solid area of grown grass. My thighs ache into my knees and this sudden movement races into my pelvis shooting metal rods into my hips. I stop, stand and bend the knees and then straighten completely to free the cramped joints.

“Do they know I’m down here are they coming to rescue me?”

I stand for what seems like an hour. I have no way of knowing how long I have been ridged into this mud. Now more alert, I have kick started a powerful force of adrenaline which now arrows through my veins. My mouth wet, now dry, tongue engorged, lips pitted and crack, I taste blood.

I’m alert, my senses have gone from exhaustion to hypersensitivity, now a different trembling is upon my muscles. There is a loud drumming in my ears, percussion on my chest wall. My eyes now are failing to see through light and give false double images, I try to blinking rapidly to regain my sight. My wet skin now pins as pores heat up the more I move. I feel my bare feet change to full dexterity but I stumble. The forest floor feels like pine needles that stab into the soles of my waking feet. The smell is becoming overpowering as if someone has thrown a damp pine branch onto a fire and the scent is carried into my brain and my nose is aching all the way through into my sinuses with the pungent poison.

I hurry, bent over, scurrying, up ahead I see a shed,

“I know this forest” and without hesitation I heavily fist the latch and shove the door open.

One room, one single room inside, one table one chair. There is a blanket on the chair as if left just for me. Someone… knew…. I was coming.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Friendship

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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


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Manifesto

Harness the sun
Like the flower
And see the day
By the hour

In the moment
Notice the scene
Pay attention
It’s not a dream

Collect the sight
And store to mind
Think not forward
The least we find

Be here and now
In suns full stream
Open flowers
Expose esteem


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Honey versus Vinegar

Pass It On…..

Book1For me selecting a good book to read is a pastime. I enjoy being a book browsers and picking my next story very carefully. After finishing a good read I always wonder if someone would love the book as much as I have. I think there are two ways of passing on the enthusiasm for a story.

 

Book clubs seem to be a new social activity for the 21st century reader. There are clubs in libraries, village halls and many cafes. There are also online clubs that appear in our blogging world, convenient and accessible to many readers. These clubs provide the chance to talk and see other’s opinions on a story.

The second way is to pass on a loveable read at a mini book exchange. I found one in a village nearby. This old telephone box is used to drop off used books and to take a book in return. The villagers and regular users of the exchange keep the box well stocked. I love the idea of passing books forward for someone else to enjoy. It is a wonderful act of kindness to give someone else the opportunity to travel, imagine and go on an adventure with the book you have passed on for free.

 


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for Poetry

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for Poetry

Place of Solace

High winds challenge the beams
Drafts that succumb the seams
Candles dance, sway and flicker
Sunlight appears as glitter

Stone pillars up high captures
The ceilings heavenly rafters
Glimpses of small angelic faces
Wings of cherubim’s hiding places

Sandstone patterns in lattice
A gemstones emulating facets
Rainbow light beaming down
On a crucifix, a thorny crown


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes

Weekly Writing Challenge – write a post using three photographs for inspiration

A walk through an old train tunnel leads out onto a hill overlooking the sea.  From the hill it is possible to see the mountains and the view along the coastline leads to old Pillboxes now sloping into the sea, the elements
now removing them from their watch posts.

tunnel

Beach

pill boxes

These brick defences
Old and neglected
So crumbles the earth
Foundations defective

Service now rendered
Structures forgotten
And waves take over
As masonry is rotten

The elements now move
Buildings of the past
So time, sand and sea
Mean they will not last