#writephoto Arch – Through The Window

It’s Thursday, and time for another #writephoto prompt, courtesy of Sue Vincent. This week’s photo brought a character to mind, and here he is:

He liked to watch the world change. Today it was snowy, the little tree purged of leaves by winter, the land beyond carpeted white.

Some days he saw green grass and flowers, butterflies dancing. At other times wind blew the little tree, bending it so he feared it might break, russet and gold leaves streaming into the air. Lightning crashed, bright across the landscape, and sometimes, if he woke at the right time, the sky was clear and full of stars, silence ringing like a bell.

Around and above him the stones wept dampness, green moss blurring what was once carved precision. The rainbow of glass was long gone, the windows wide and open to whatever the elements brought.

But he was beyond it all as he paced the old pathway, no wind coming to touch him, no water cold upon his neck. He wondered at that, standing with arms wide beneath stormy skies, staring up to where the roof had once arched.

He couldn’t remember his name, anymore. All he knew was that he was stuck there. Sometimes other people came to walk the stones with him, but he couldn’t make them hear his voice, no matter how he cried and called to them. Children seemed more aware, jumping when he touched their faces, or trailed his fingers through their hair. One little girl had cried, telling her mother over and over about ‘the man in black.’ But she had gone, just like everyone else, leaving him alone beneath the stone arches.

Watching the world change.


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#writephoto – Twilight

I haven’t done a #writephoto for a couple of weeks, mainly because I’ve had a couple of quite insistent book ideas nagging at me, so have been focusing on them. Oh, and there was also the Blogger’s Bash this past weekend, where I had the great pleasure of seeing Sue, along with many other blogging friends – there is a post to come, hopefully this weekend, as it’s taken a few days for it all to sink in.

When I saw Sue’s photo prompt this week, words came to me straight away, and so here is my response to her lovely twilit hillside:

Love Song

At night he comes

My lover sweet

As twilight steals across the land

As birds lie still

And shadows fall

I feel the caress of his hand

 

He comes in blue

He comes in gold

Like mist and smoke, a dream of rain

He stays with me

Till morning breaks

I know not if he’ll come again

 

I sit alone

My window wide

The sleeping hills like folds of blue

And violet deep

I hear your song

Beloved, do you hear mine too?

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