Category: #writephoto

#writephoto : Sore

“One, Two, Three….Eight” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Sidney, everyone’s got to take a turn at the back!” Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto challenge ’Soar’… with apologies!

Secret #writephoto : Wounded Angel

She’d never rescued an angel, before. Never seen one. Never drunk that dark red wine that she would never drink again…at the village dance she wasn’t supposed to go to. But she had seen it! Had stared, soaked to the skin in the freezing summer storm; gazing up at dark clouds as the bright angel fought for its life against the attack of the … Read More Secret #writephoto : Wounded Angel

The Talking Darkness #writephoto

This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto ‘Frozen’ and the photo above. He chose his moment to appear at the edge of the dark forest; the forest through which they had come on their murderous journey. The few that knew him used his ancient name: the Talking Darkness…. Anyone in the dark green shadows looking out to the approaching night would have seen … Read More The Talking Darkness #writephoto

Principles of Fire (1) A faith in belief

The three Directors of the Silent Eye – Sue Vincent, Stuart France and myself – are usually the nucleus of a monthly ‘management’ meeting held at a friend’s house in Manchester. We have begun a process of reviewing the core principles of what we teach and under whose ‘guidance’ we create the four workshops held each year. I highlight the word guidance, above, because … Read More Principles of Fire (1) A faith in belief

On Golden Swan #writephoto

And you may think I sail alone That white elegance is paired for life Once found But there is a deeper love Whose dancing visage Plays more games of joy Than any lover could. In deeper pools, I look for you Knowing the smiling ripples To be your face… For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Now, briefly, you see me – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Now, briefly, you see me – #writephoto “Money?” he smiled. “How much money do I have?” He laughed, in the way that the super relaxed, super rich, super smooth can do… His eyes twinkled as he scanned my hopeless innocence. “Let me see…” He reached for the decanter containing the single malt. “Imagine,” he said, the smile … Read More Now, briefly, you see me – #writephoto

All the Darkness – #writephoto

In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. All the Darkness – #writephoto What the hell, he muttered. And it was the equinox, after all. He’d thought that he would give this one a miss; but then came the drive to his mother’s house and the usual time-slip as the joys and labours of caring took far more time than they should. Sometimes, he would drive … Read More All the Darkness – #writephoto

Well Hung – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Well Hung – #writephoto It had started that most miserable of days, when, sodden with the constant June downpour, he had lost his way and found himself in a dark valley. Ahead of him was the strange hill. The second he saw it the hill reminded him of the head of a bird of prey. But, before … Read More Well Hung – #writephoto

Bull Rocks – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Liminal – #writephoto Bull Rocks — Did you, then, Perhaps See the bull? His horns like wings His feet, suggested If not seen Ancient anchors In the rocks of here. — Or did you Greet the green-white stones With familiarity Born of expectation? Assembled barrow Just for you… — Just for me? You ask, incredulous Why yes, they … Read More Bull Rocks – #writephoto

Stepping Stones – #writephoto

Stepping Stones In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Thursday Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones – #writephoto — One, two, three, the dream In fun and seeking sun they came Where two had been and deeper known To newer one the stones of trust were shown The river flows…the waters stream Two, three, one, the flowing dream A different journey is begun As bold and blind, … Read More Stepping Stones – #writephoto

The Lissrack Wakes -#Writephoto

In response to Sue Vincent’s blog: Thursday Photo Prompt – Look Out – #writephoto They never remember my name; I mean Lissrack isn’t much of a moniker, is it? But I know theirs… and, through the tiniest cracks I’ve watched them trudge across these sodden moors and hills for many years, now. I mean just look out there at it! Eternal damp…rain, bloody rain… … Read More The Lissrack Wakes -#Writephoto

Lost Island – #writephoto

Lost Island In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Lost Island – #writephoto A first the waves moved, playfully, over his ankles. Then they became more insistent, as his body resisted their pressure. “No,” his body spoke for him. “This can’t be happening!” He strode deeper into the sea that had turned on him, tightening the muscles of his thighs and buttocks as he … Read More Lost Island – #writephoto

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