100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 66

Six Word Saturday . . .
FLASH FICTION FROM FIVE YEARS AGO

Lucid Gypsy

THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.

11 am November 11th

The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.

Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.

Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.

They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.

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Traces of the past

I’d more or less abandoned the idea of going to San Gimignano while in Florence, it just seemed we’d be trying to pack too much in to a week. A late change of plan made it possible and The Duomo, Santa Maria Assunta stands out as one of the high points of my visit to Tuscany. The walls are covered with 14th century frescoes of the Old and New Testaments, that are truly stunning. Here you can see a glimpse of fresco and some of the ten round and four octagonal columns.

And the amazing ceiling.
I’m posting for Paula’s Thursday special, she’s be happy to see you if you’d like to join in.

A Temporary Stage

Ben Huberman has a lovely autumn photo this week as an example for the weekly photo challenge of temporary. Very apt, the autumn colour really is fleeting, enjoy it while you can.

I did an autumn post last week as a Thursday poem, so I’ve gone back in time for my temporary entry, to Colyford Goose Fayre a few years ago.

Where’s there’s always a temporary stage.

And all are welcomed.
The town crier may look grumpy.
But he’s happy ringing his bell, ‘Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!

As for the Morris Men, well they just do their crazy thing, don’t worry it’s only temporary.

Can you resist a peek?

Nosy, moi? If a gate is open surely it invites little peeks.


Especially if there’s a garden inside.

Of course some people are innately inquisitive!

And some just wonder if it’s worth climbing to the top of the hill.

If there’s a cafe opportunity, I like a peek before I decide.

It’s imperative to know what’s beneath the castle wall.

and even little ducks have to take a peek before they go under the bridge.

Have you joined this weeks photo challenge yet? In case you haven’t guessed, the theme is peek!

Autumn Phoetry

 

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An Autumn Lament

my sulky boots trample the leaves at my feet

earthy notes playing a dissonant tune

pale fungi emerge through clovery grass

tempting souls to dark hallucinations

more potent than winter’s strangling chill

horse chestnut’s late beauty twirls in my vision

with origami-like folds in ochre, and gold,

their song a crisp tinkle in the breeze.

over and over I must bring myself back so

 I raise my head to the beauty of autumn,

up under a bright cloudless sky

where wings dip and dive as if free to play

 at once preferable to a descending gloom

and so I resist the maybe mushrooms