Writing Prompt #213 “It’s All in the Title”

This image is absolutely terrific to work with………. look closely and you will see what inspired my response.
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The Girl Who Became a Bear.

They were her friends,
Her Companions and guide
Through the lonely years
She had no need to hide.
They were her guardians,
Protecting her from the dark,
Welcomed her into their world
With the song of a lark.
The beauty within
Was not for all to see,
Touching souls with her thoughts,
Setting them free.
She was One, she was All,
Birds flocked to her side,
Animals too,
She embraced them inside.
Nothing was wasted,
In Death, one was re-born
In a different guise,
Shape or form.
From a hawk high above,
To a snail, fish or hare,
She is all of these things,
Today, she is Bear.
Always on watch,
One of her charges awake
While the rest of her slept
On the banks of this lake
Where water would wash
Away all Darkness sins,
Leaving peace, love and joy,
She absorbed them within.
She is the wind,
The rain and the sky,
She is Life and the Afterlife,
No need to question why.

Saturday’s Mix–24 June 2017

I remember my teachers trying to explain onomatopoeia to the class.
This would have made things much more interesting!
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Photo credit: Eden Hills.
I’ll rest here awhile,
Allow the breeze to whisper
Through my new feathers.

Admiring the view,
The caress of the south winds
Calls me to take flight.

I’ll rest here awhile,
They can hear my yearning song
Guiding them to me.

I cannot be lost,
Knowing that they’ll come, I wait
To be shown the way.

The wind ruffles me,
My feathers fan and flutter,
I’ll rest here awhile.

The Two Sides of Jenny Penny.

I’d known Jenny since High School.
Always popular, she exuded personality, was everyone’s friend and would do anything for anybody.
She was also a practical joker, and took it in good spirits when she was on the receiving end.
Life was fun, made for living, and she made the most of it.

I didn’t know Penny.
Quiet, afraid of her own shadow, she wouldn’t say a word unless spoken to.
It was hard to associate Penny with the Jenny from my teens, yet they were one and the same person.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 24/17

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “rain/rein/reign.” Use one, use them all, use them any way you’d like. Have fun!

Thanks Linda.
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Coronation Day

Their island might be small, but they could do pomp and ceremony as well as the big guys.
It was a bit of a novelty to have a King reign, no-one living had ever had the privilege as he was the first male monarch for over 200 years.
His subjects (all one hundred and twenty six of them) lined the makeshift street on the way to his coronation.
The newly promoted coachman teased the rein on the island’s only horse as it lead the open topped carriage, a farmer’s cart festooned with wild blossoms.
Looking skyward, he just hoped the rain would hold off as it would probably rust his crown.

First Line Friday -June 23rd 2017

Thanks Dylan.

Your line for this week is:

My parents are not generous, with money or affection. 

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It’s not their fault though.
Having an arranged marriage based on compatibility, they lived together but showed no outward feeling of emotion to each other or their offspring. They simply didn’t know how.
It’s still unclear how I came about. For all I know they booked an appointment with a test tube and I was the end result. I mean it’s not the sort of thing you like to ask anyone, let alone your parents is it.
As for money, Pocket Money was never an automatic right, every cent had to be earned.

Weighting in the wings……………

These are my ‘lyrics’ to A Day in the Life

Got on the scales today,
Oh boy.
The needle stopped at thirteen stone or so.
But what made me rather sad
Was that someone else was feeling down,
Having had the needle run around and around….
I’d like to see that poundage fall.

I have always been heavier than Hubby, at one stage by 20 kilos, but this reduced to around 12kg or 2 stone (28lbs) up to a couple of years ago.
2015-16 saw me gain a little which turned out to be more than I thought when I joined SW and had an official weigh in. It was a shock and wake up call.

June 22: Flash Fiction Challenge

In dreams,  all is not as it seems.
Click here for Charli’s challenge this week.
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June 22, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a dream. This action could have happened while awake, such as daydreaming, or make up a dream when asleep. Go where the prompt leads as it could be a nightmare or just fond memories or ambition.

The organ blasted out ‘Here comes the bride’.
What was I doing here?
This wasn’t what I wanted or needed.
The pews were full, of people I didn’t know.
Was I in the right place?
I walked alone up the aisle, no-one to give me away.
My groom had his back to me.
His stance was unfamiliar, strange to see a Morning Suit.
Oohs and aahs echoed all around me.
I looked down to see I was stark naked.
Exposed for the fraud I was perhaps?
The music stopped.
So did I.
He turned slowly.
A man without a face.