Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL Form: Redondilla Sixty-four squares of black and whiteThirty-two ready to make warEach piece has its own unique mightPlayers’ strategy at the fore Marching ahead, sorrowful pawnEach forward step carrying their dreadYet they are the backbone of brawnShowing the game the way ahead While rooks stand … Continue reading The Divine Game (#Writephoto)
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL Form: Flash Fiction It had been decades, or even a century or more since the light had shone from the windows of the Castillo de Portento. There had been no music, no dancing, and no fun since Felipe had left, swearing he would never return. … Continue reading El Mago (Writephoto)
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL Form: Interlocking Pathya Vat mythologylooking downwardcoming forwardfrom the days past old gods waitinghunting scene castmoments held fastby paint and brush dogs want to gobut remain hushbefore the rushthat never comes ©JezzieG2023
Courtesy Of KL Caley Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL I know it’s a British Naval ship, but I’m reading about Bismarck so going with that Inglorious QueenForm: Free Verse From the annuls of warbattles claiming the seasfor the control of the watersbetween us and thema ship set sailon a maiden … Continue reading Inglorious Queen (writephoto)
shafts and bows battle ready defending the king from the baron’s fighting men
Inside the chaos breached the no-stress Carefully planned now messed up out of sight The king is coming and nothing is right
A curious thing happened last Christmas Eve
An old-fashioned town, cobbled streets Instead of boring black tarmac Those pebbles are rough on your cleats
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL
Simeon Jones has bought a new car it’s parked outside like a shining new star and his wife, Betty has the latest
Climb up Jump down and run Across the lawn and back Searching, searching, always searching For nuts
The time has come he must move on find a new place in which to thrive to leave his home
Raising money for the memorial hall he’s calling do si do dancing in line before the show that weekend in Devon
In silent dawn echoes of sound As mystic swirls come from the ground Her voice calling I can hear it I hear her song from where I sit...
I’m watching you watching all you do lurking in the shadows hidden in the night
Walking home through stones and epitaphs autumn sunshine on marble reflections dancing in the home of the dead...
Stampeding like horses over old time-worn rocks the winter rains unite...
As the mist cleared it revealed a bright new day. I looked at Gai, he looked as exhausted as I felt....
The wheel is turning what do you see? Fields harvested of their crops...
All colours fade back into black Tainted by sadness deep inside...
Running into the darkness of trees I hear her voice calling me...
In silent darkness curtains swiftly raise The melancholic tones orchestra plays...
Stretching his remiges, soon to fly His time to go came quickly by...
Stretching out beyond the eyeline The stone wall between you and me...
Work was well underway on the barrack building and I had taken to having my lunch in what was to be a peaceful place of remembrance...
I think it has been a few days since it happened. I don’t know the sense of time is becoming more and more distorted...
To shed my tears alone While they all laugh with you...
Mischievous child flying the wings of love watch where you shoot those arrows...
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you KL https://youtu.be/6PMiP90ntZ8 My boys loved this video, probably as I was and still am a huge Rupert fan, and adore Macca, so I a going to run with taking a playful approach to frogs – here goes Ribbit – Image by KL Caley The Juicy FlyForm: … Continue reading #Writephoto – The Juicy Fly
Before my journey to me I carried you sweet child ...
It had been some years since I had been to Adasi with Arina. Then I was just a boy...
Loban was right, it had been too quiet for too long. The dreamlike silence of the skies had lulled me into a false sense of being absolutely safe...
Last night from the top of a mushroom...
I don’t believe in god, I just don’t see how there can be a god....
I had been writing to Lynne for a few months, badgering her with questions about her life and where she lived...
It had been years since Gai and I had visited the home of Loban and Arina, the couple that had taken us into their home when we had escaped....
Anticipation revelling inside my mind amid the chitter-chatter of waiting..
Beneath the white where we danced on that night Inhaling the scent of our wedding day...
That door is closed, that chapter done The time has come to wander on...
Bags secreted in cupboards on Boxing Day before Auld Lang Syne has been sung...
How long has it been In these fields of green So proud to be seen Both then and now...
Scratching she’s under my skin as her tendrils suck into me...
Who was it who woketh me at my rest, disturbed yn the long nyght I wander unseen unheard I wander forgotten...
Secrets are fun when you are a kid keeping it close and you’re the only one to know as day by day it becomes your own and then it begins to cast shadows...
And I say, I’m a poet, love The writing of verse ain’t good for wealth But, baby, it’s sure good for my health....
Thank you KL for a great prompt, and a wonderful trip back to when my lads were whippersnappers – ok a nightmare at the time...
Thank you to KL for providing a great prompt, you can find it here https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/08/12/writephoto-cliff-edge/ I must admit my gut reaction was holy eff, eeeek and not to write this but that is being a chickenpoop isn’t it? My apologies, darling, there was only one way a manic depressive could go, I hasten to add, I am in a good place so safe to write it...
I hear her laughter a ricochet through time genteel footsteps on stone floors and the shush of elegant gowns...
Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt! This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JULY guest photo!...
Thank you KL for another awesome prompt, a bit of a dream prompt for an aquarist poet, I must say. The prompt can be found here - https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/07/22/writephoto-subsea/ It just had to be about my Hoplo catfish Subsea – Image by KL Caley For My Beautiful HoplosForm: Novelinee The day they came home they seemed … Continue reading #Writephoto – For My Beautiful Hoplos
Jezzie G 