One Word Sunday: Company
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Shades
There are phantoms in her head Dancing They are flowers of a different colour To those she grows at home Some are sunlight Some grow in shadow But they are shades of her Divided And she knows not the knife they wield When they lead her back to a second hand sofa And … Continue reading Shades
Fan of…..Clouds
For Jez's 'for the love of' found here Image copyrighted ©RMC May 2020 C
The Baying of the Wolf
The wind was a howling wolf Baying to the mistress of the moon Lonely in the solitude of darkness And the rage of its mournful tempest born. The candle dipped upon its heavy breath Making demons in every corner shadow And angels in the wings of its dull flame Trembling in the rise of whispered … Continue reading The Baying of the Wolf
Icon
Smoke threads the air, Tendrils curling Captivating the screen. She breathes in, Slowly, Measured, Then out Through soft lips Glossed, Scarlet, Smouldering, Although the scene is played in black and white And the colour is just imagined. She takes the cigarette between her fingers, It’s not left to dwindle, Ash building, She Takes control, Boldly … Continue reading Icon
Oceans of Lies
We drift on a seascape full of fallen stars Their barren light, our isolation. We flirt with chance, you and I, A great and worthy performance, And lies, like the dark eternal depths, Carry us, clutching at the loose sand In a belief we are more than our false smiles. Gravity threatens and pulls us … Continue reading Oceans of Lies
Wind & Vintage
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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cars and Trucks
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cars and Trucks Copyright ©RMC September 2019
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Anything with 1, 2, or 3 Wheels
Um.... Okay, you can only see three (ignore the one under the panther, pretend it's not there, it's just for show, no really.... ) Image copyright ©RMC September 2019 Anything with 1, 2, or 3 Wheels.
Wild Horses
A small dust devil dances Kicked by the breeze, Under searing heat, The landscape’s on fire, Powered orange, bittersweet, Mirage against dry grass Where the wild horses play. He rests on his porch Watching the distance, Searching, Tired eyes Burden by regret, Spun by time. There’s blood on his hands, A labour’s hands, From faces … Continue reading Wild Horses
Mistyroads 