Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
I expect a trio of haiku has a special name and if Bjorn http://brudberg.wordpress.com/ reads I hope he will tell me.
Four thousand years past
flourishing on Scorhill Down
ancient settlement
Solid granite rocks
disgorged by volcanic fire
circle hallowed ground
Tall maidens of stone
standing for millenia
sheltering their hearths
This made me laugh out loud, thanks to my friend Kathy.
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/ has given us the prompt of arrangement this week and Jake says, ‘The act of arranging or being arranged like Places, living things or collection of things that have been arranged. The condition, manner, agreement, settlement or music result of being arranged.’ I’ve chosen three photos taken on Dartmoor, the result of arrangement by Man, Nature and the Universe or God if you choose.
I started gathering pics for the weekly challenge but then realised it was the new Phoneography Challenge of Neighbourhood instead. So I got all confused and nearly didn’t post but it seems that Cheri doesn’t really mind if you use your phone camera or not. About half of mine are phone images and the rest my Canon. Don’t forget you can join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/08/my-neighborhood/
My poem this week is my response to International Women’s Day tomorrow. Last year I published a short story https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/a-post-for-international-womens-day/ you may have read it? If you can please go to http://song.unwomen.org/ and buy this wonderful song to celebrate women. Thanks to Jo http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/2013/03/08/international-womens-day-2013/ for sharing it.
In Hope
Cast aside your veil
Turn your face to the sun
Gather round the hearth
Your work today is done
Your sisters draw near
Feet planted to earth
They no longer fear
The lone walk on the trail
Your children breathe free
The mountains clear air
Well nourished with plenty
And wind blown away care
Your abundance is here
Take love in your stride
Future perfect and clear
Go forward with pride
Cast aside your veil
And no longer hide
Someone had to be last! Julia’s prompt last Monday was this photo.
And this is my interpretation.
Turn Me
Turn me, pick me up and turn me.
I am the key to your dreams if you deserve me.
I am the beginning of your worst nightmare if you don’t,
Which will it be?
Turn me; find the lock to reveal the innermost secrets
in the casket of my heart
Or the pain I will feel
if you cause it to break.
Turn me, imprison, confine me in your, love?
Join me in the stale corner of your control
where the remnants of my self-worth lurk
waiting for a few crumbs of affection.
Turn me.
Pick me up and turn me.
. . . that’s how I felt when I saw this beautiful sign of spring.
What captivates you? you may find it here. http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/03/03/sunday-post-captivating/
Ailsa has chosen roads, not the easiest for me, whenever I see a really interesting road I’m always driving it! Here are a few from around Devon and some more exotic places.
Join in at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/03/01/travel-theme-roads/
Lucid Gypsy 