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Friday Flashback — If

Welcome to another Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Ahhhhh, flashback thy name is “70’s” Here a bit of nostalgia from the greatest decade … like EVER dude. Originally posted September 9, 2018 for Song Lyric Sunday prompt of “Picture/photograph.”

IF — Bread

The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once quoted as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.

If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can’t I paint you?
The words will never show
The you I’ve come to know

If a face could launch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go?
There’s no one home but you
You’re all that’s left me too
And when my love for life is running dry
You come and pour yourself on me

If a man could be two places at one time
I’d be with you
Tomorrow and today
Beside you all the way

If the world should stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die
I’d spend the end with you
And when the world was through
Then one by one the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away

Songwriter: David Gates

lyrics courtesy of my memory, any discrepancies or variations from fact should be viewed as all natural by-products of having actually lived through the 70’s. 😉

Til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

Friday Flashback – Prosery Micro-fiction

Light of the Pyres – a Prosery Tale

All that happened was in the past. So long ago, there was no way to change anything. Naught to do but watch the rain fall on the tiny grave. The landscape was dim, lit only by the flames from the pyres for the dead. The sky roiled sullen scarlet orange, it was medieval. A shiver ran up her spine.

They had won the battle, but they had lost so much. Star had lost her way, lost herself. She scarcely recognized her reflection anymore. She had been forged in the furnace of battle, hammered on the anvil of loss and honed into a fine weapon by tactics and strategy. Her self remained no more, replaced by the soldier who was a stranger in her own body. And suddenly she understood the prophet’s words, “you will love again the stranger who was your self.” But how?

This post inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday
and originally written for dVerse Poets Prosery flash fiction challenge

Til next time ~May you hearth fire burn bright ~JP

Flashback Friday – Time to Run

Welcome to Flashback Friday where Fandango invites us to revisit and share some of our earlier works. Today I’m revisiting a post from July 22, 2019, originally written for the Sunday Whirl’s wordle # 413.

Signal, channel, simple, trauma, fine, smug, limit, rock, sage, claw, charm, run

playing around in Paint individual images from Pixabay

Time to Run

The signal came over the radio channel, it’s meaning clear to those who knew. Their resources had been stretched to the limit but the make-shift trauma unit been their home base for several months. A simple burst of static had changed all that. Persephone and the other dragons had dug through the fine rock of the cave opening to reveal the large inner cave.

Persephone shook her great head, they had become so smug, thinking themselves safe within their hide when the company’s Sage had cast her concealment charm. But now it was over. Now they must run. Run back to the war, to fight with fang and claw, against sword and pistol. Persephone stopped her musing as Marxine, her human rider, checked her fighting harness as she settled behind Persephone’s dorsal ridge. She raised her sword giving a battle cry, Persephone roared out her answering challenge and with the beat of her powerful wings, they were aloft.

word count 158

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Death by Jewelry – Friday Flashback

Welcome to Flashback Friday where we reintroduce some of our older posts. Here’s one from 7/8/2021. Originally written for Crimsons-creative-challenge # 139 and published here for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, a peek into the dark alleyways of my creative mind.

Death by Jewelry

Solanj sized up the path, deserted even at mid-day, this would do nicely. A lovely place for a gentleman to take a lady for a moonlight stroll. The symmetrical trees and shrubs concealed many a covert alcove where lovers would be safe from prying eyes. A perfect place for the garroting of an evil aristocrat. Solanj fingered the gold ring on her hand, it’s cabochon stone concealing a poison dart. Her bracelet of lavender silk cord braided with strong silver wire currently wrapped around her dainty wrist, unrolled into an effective garrote. Solanj, the most feared assassin of her age, never concealed a weapon. After all who would presume to question a lady’s jewelry.

word count 117

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Flashback Friday – Clouds

Joining up with Fandango for Flashback Friday with this post from 6.3.2021. Written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge’s photo prompt.

Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 134

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 134

Gathering Clouds

Clouds from the north
a gathering din
changes are coming
storms moving in
don’t rightly know
when it’ll hit the shore
but skies are a changin’
like never before

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Like the Moon I Rise — a Friday Flashback

Super Moon over Bryce Canyon Utah

For Fandango’s flashback friday. This was originally written for dVerse Poetics on March 25, 2020 at the beginning of lockdowns and other inanities that have become part of our global “new normal.” The prompt was to contemplate what we have gained through personal (or global) crisis. What I gained from this most recent global crisis was the steadfast realization that I am far stronger than I ever realized.

Like the Moon I Rise

Like the moon, I rise
from the darkness
to brighten the very sky
like the moon, I rise

Like the Phoenix, I rise
from fire and ash
I spread my wings and fly
like the Phoenix, I rise

Sorrow cannot keep me down
when in pools of darkness
I fear to drown
like the sun, I rise

every day, warm or cold
every night brings good-bye
but, every morning,
like the sun I rise

Til next time ~Peace …, just peace ~JP