For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 106
Words on Walls
words of love
words of hate
written with chalk
written with paint
sometimes with the blood
of the artist’s soul
with anger or passion
too absolute
words written on walls
words written of truth
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Of Shadow and Light
In the forest’s dark shroud
stood a wee, tiny house
not home to a human,
squirrel, or mouse
where the fairies came
to dance and to play
they come out at twilight
and at break of day
By the old oak whose bark
is all twisted and curled
in the dark of the glade
lies the fairies’ small world
by the light of the moon
I glimpsed me a sight
of a world half in shadow
and half way in light
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
The Crimsons Creative Challenge 104 — Happy Friday Peeps!
The night has come of ghostly wails
when thin and thinner grows the veil
deathly silence the loudest sound
drifting far above the ground
unfriendly spirits now abound
whatever you do …
don’t turn around
Livin’ La Vida Loca — Ricky Martin
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 103
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimsons Creative Challenge # 101 – Wild Green Magic
The old stone archway had stood for more years than Brandi and her company could imagine. Whatever was inside was veiled by some power. Whether that power be light or dark, no one knew. Astride flicked a small light ember toward the opening. It was immediately engulfed in darkness. Ahhh, dark magic then. Brandi gathered her will and her power, a glowing sphere if light in her hands that she hearled at the archway “tombershio” she whispered as she cast her light. What happened next was truly remarkable as a woodland spirit began to emerge from a nearby oak.
word count 99
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 73 the beautiful prompt above
and NaPoWriMo day 3 where today we are to utilize rhyming tools
The Box
Deep in the forest covered in green
there rested a box barely seen
it perched atop a narrow ravine
looking down, calm and serene
watching, waiting in it’s quarantine
carpeted with vines all velveteen
Into that forest so crisp and clean
there came a fairy, fluttering
her wings sparkled iridescent sheen
“Hello” said the box “I’ve been waiting”
The Box — John Denver
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 72
Pheonix Fae
The chains that bound her were heavy, even heavier than the anchor at the end. They intended to toss her off the quay and see if she would use magic to save herself. Because she had done what the village healers could not. What was she supposed to do let the plague wipe them out? Now they judged her a witch. Stupid humans! Fae gathered her magic, pulling the heat from the earth, the stones, the very air around her skin glowing intensely until she burst into flame and dissolved into ash.
The astonished guards stared at the ashes before hearing a voice that crackled with fire as she rose from the ash, resplendent in her flaming wings.
“You dare judge me a witch, I am Phoenix Fae, Fire Fairy. Now, RUN!”
word count 132
Fee Ra Huri — Omnia
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 70. I found this so sad and neglected, until I saw the light …
What Lies Beneath
Beneath the promises so broken,
the platitudes and lies unspoken
tear at the once caring heart
love was lost right from the start
rough and broken stone and brick
bleeding wounds that stay soul-sick
But somewhere deep down below
there lies an ancient light and glow
that tiny incandescent spark,
warms the soul and mends the heart
in the darkest corner of winter chill
love’s light shines all the brighter still
Winter Light — Linda Ronstadt (from the movie Secret Garden)
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 69 — Napping Gnomes
Knackered gnomes napped, neglectfully. Gnarly gnatcatchers, gnawed to nearly nothing, UNTIL
aliens kidnapped a napping gnome.
word count 16
The Laughing Gnome — David Bowie
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge — Wow what a cool shot! Let’s see where this takes us.
Dungeons
The mosaic rock wall
holds a malevolent aire
in it’s ancient arches
a gay facade to mask
the untold horrors within
Like many a pretty face
with wicked eyes
that beckon come hither
and devilish smiles
conceal nefarious intent
Moonlight – a vampires dream – Stevie Nicks
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
