Tess: I did warn you!
Misti: It was only your head!
Tess: You we’re walking on it
Misti: I lived here, first…
Tess: Yawn…
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Tess: I did warn you!
Misti: It was only your head!
Tess: You we’re walking on it
Misti: I lived here, first…
Tess: Yawn…
©Copyright Stephen Tanham
Deep summer reflections from Sue…
The sun had shone on a perfect day, buzzing with the sound of summer. The air was full of small noises… the distant squeals and laughter of children playing, insects busily going about their job, music carried on the breeze, the tearing of grass beyond the garden fence where the cattle munch their way through the lush green field and the constant song of birds. It was one of those days where you could read the season from its soundtrack, even here in the village.
Much later, I sat outside while the dog dozed in the cool night air and there was silence. It wasn’t just quiet … there was no breeze to rustle the leaves on the trees, no wisps of speech from late-night television wafting through open windows…not even the usual muted roar of the occasional car on the main road. With the door closed behind me to…
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From Anita Dawes
Image by Pixabay.com
When the flame has swallowed the wax
When the candle is no more
Then you will see your love waiting
In green fields by golden gates
Castle walls that shine like mirrors polished
Your journey will not be taken
On swift straight roads
It will be as if you walk through brambles thorns
Harsh winter winds, flame will not warm your bones
Your life will be tested, the road steep
Your heart will not let love wither away
As you journey through the underworld
Your own hand will guide you
To where death has taken him
When you reach the darkest part of your journey
When you think the end cannot be reached
Unclench your fist, light the candle you held for so long…