For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Through the Lady’s Eyes
Everywhere I go I seem
to find
the Lady’s spirit watching me
Look now, can you not see
the Lady’s face within the tree
or the
feminine forms etched in stone
nature’s hidden ghosts
abiding grace of form
now
look through her eyes
and you just might see
all this world was meant to be
Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 110
Elf on the Post
He leapt from the window
so happy and free
grabbed on to the post
and he giggled with glee
no more sitting idle
all alone on the shelf
it’s barstools and hotties
for this wandering elf
from the tip of the lamp post
he stared at the ground
just one problem remained
how the heck to get down …
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
OK so I don’t normally do “redos” … but I’m making an exception for the What Do You See Challenge this week. Although I needed to write “Moments for Choices” it’s tragic and well… sad. So here is a different take on What I See. You can read another short take on Mrowl in the 2/9/20 WDYS challenge.
Princesses at Play
Princess Willowhair dashed through the corridors of the castle, giggling and screeching with wild toddler delight. Behind her ran her guardian, a large cricat known as Mrowl, Princess of the Crystal Paws Clan. Cricats were a large species of feline with silky fur and crystalline eyes. Many of the cricat clans were bound to the great houses of the Davarian Empire and Queen Subilliet loved them for their sheer beauty and intelligence. She watched with amusement as her only child streaked naked through the halls. With two final great bounds, Mrowl was within distance and pounced on the little princess bringing her down on the padded carpet outside the royal nursery. Willowhair wriggled and laughed as Mrowl dragged her rough tongue across the little princess’ nose. “Gotcha!” Mrowl purred in her silky voice, gently herding the wayward princess back to her mother.
word count 142
Lavender’s Blue Dilly Dilly – Cinderella 2015
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Eyes that See
Oh ancient statue
of carven stone
speak to me of wonders
you have always known
Marvels have you seen
ages that have passed
memories of what has been
and vision of what may be
Your spiral eyes
look far ahead
do you see a future
of promise or dread?
word count 50
Eyes that See in the Dark ~ Kenny Rogers
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Sadje’s What Do You See challenge
Princess Mrowl was bored. It was such a bother being a princess, she was never allowed to roam or chase mice or climb trees or have any fun at all! Mrowl was currently hiding from a delicate Calico who was her watcher. She delighted in hiding from the old nurse, deep in the castle. Walking along dusty old windowsills, leaving nary a trace of her passage so light and delicate were her pad steps. She stared out the window longingly when a fairy appeared and seemed to beckon her. Mrowl wriggled through the small opening and followed out to the edge of a magnolia branch. There she stopped and stared into an opening blossom. Ethereal light began to glow within it’s petals and Mrowl was entranced.
“Welcome to my kingdom princess Mrowl,” came the dulcet tones of the fairy, “I am princess Aalyiah.”
word count 143
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Maria Antonia’s 2020 picoftheweek challenge week 4. Yeah I’m still catching up … grumble grumble stupid pain meds … my prompt for week 4: By the Book
I’m a reader. I read prolifically, voraciously, and well, a LOT. When I saw this urban artwork in Taipei, Taiwan I was delighted.
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist,
but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
~Neil Gaiman
Theme from The Neverending Story
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Maria Antonia has the new 2020 picoftheweek challenge up. Please join us by posting your own photos with #2020picoftheweek. Here is mine for this week, I have chosen to follow along in order this week’s theme is “Peaceful.”
PEACE
Each morning, I ask for peace
Every night I give thanks for peace
Every moment in your arms
I know peace
Peaceful Easy Feeling ~The Eagles
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Cris over at Crimson’s Creative Challenge has provided us a fabulous image prompt and I seem to be on a bit of a raptor kick this week.
A Strange Pet
The guardian stood proud above the entrance to the sanctuary. It looked so real, every feather, talon and beak cast in perfection. Verdigris of age and winding ivy only serving to make the old monument more awe inspiring. Faelynn stood back gazing at the stone eagle ten times the size of a modern bird of prey. She began to wave her ironwood wand in an complex series of swoops and swirls while she chanted her counter spell.
With agonizing slowness color began to return to his feathers, as he stretched them out to their three meter span. Landing next to Faelynn, his head coming past her waist, he bowed gracefully.
Faelynn smiled, one dark spell undone. She turned to leave when the giant eagle nudged her with his enormous head. “Oh great,” she thought “what am I going to do with a giant bird?” Faelynn smiled at the possibilities.
Word count 149
Fly Like an Eagle – Steve Miller Band
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Gossip flowed more freely than wine amongst the friends.
“So what’s up with Ted and Sue?”
“She left him”
“Oh too bad.”
“That’s not all, he claims she cursed him, he can’t perform at all now.”
As tittering laughter filled the air, Sue walked in. “Never mess with a witch,” she smiled.
character count 278
For Kat’s Twittering Tales
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
The rock hut was ancient, abandoned long ago and forgotten by mortals and gods alike, it suited Shara’s purpose well. Here she was safe from the judgement of humans. Here, cloaked by nature and surrounded by growing things, she was at peace. Here she was alone, here she was free.
The withies were gathered to be woven into baskets and mats and all manner of useful things. In a few weeks, she would don her disguise, sell her baskets and return with what few items the forest could not provide. And no one would suspect that on the outskirts of their city winter’s frost never touched the vines and green things grew always, in the presence of Shara the Greenwitch.
word count 120
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 