Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Forget me not
Your tiny blue stars
fresh delivered from heaven
enduring treasures
I’m delighted to see the Sharon has written a Thursday Haiku, of course she’s not lazy but her haiku is lovely, http://newpillowbook.wordpress.com/2014/03/20/thursday-haiku-march-20-2014/
And finding it surprisingly accurate. Except for the fact that I’m too lazy. I wonder how many of you have a half written novel – or ten, stashed somewhere. I have, maybe one day I’ll finish it, but that will mean focussing in tightly. Trouble is I love life and I’ve got my finger in too many pies. What’s your excuse?
Perhaps it would spur you on if you tried the quiz, It’s here, http://www.playbuzz.com/morganf10/what-genre-of-fiction-should-you-write and this is the answer I got.
I’d love to know your result, please share!
Josh at the Daily Post asks that we show a picture of ‘Inside’ for this weeks challenge. I’m a bit technologically challenged today because my PC is dying and my new laptop isn’t set up yet – wish me luck with that please!
I’ve found something to post though!
Inside a Cappadochian cave.
The rope I held to scramble into a cave formed by volcanic eruptions on Mount Etna, Sicily.
Our guide deep inside the cave.
Inside Gomantong caves Borneo.
To join in visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/weekly-photo-challenge-inside-2/
Looming in the mist
Thank God it’s Friday
Oppressive office
I kept seeing the same post appearing in my daily visited list as well as ‘sky’ in my top search list and had no idea why. It’s this one, from December last year https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/travel-theme-sky/ . Then I thought I would search for sky and see what came up. A photo just a little way down the first page looked familiar, lo and behold it was mine.
Does that mean I have a famous photo? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thoughts that came to mind, oooh I should have put copywrite on it?Maybe I should take it down and make it smaller? Maybe I should put a water mark across the middle? Maybe I should just take it down? I wonder if anyone has pinched it?
Actually none of the above. It’s pretty but nothing special and if it makes someone smile then I’m happy too. I would like it if anyone who uses it credits me and perhaps it’s time I put that somewhere on my page. I rather like to think about someone thousands of miles away seeing that Dartmoor sky and wondering . . .
Naked Spine
Tall tattered lady
will mother earth stretch to heal
your wounded torso
Julia’s 100 word challenge this week is to take a fairy story and re-write the ending. I’ve chosen a Japanese folk tale that I love,
The Crescent Moon Bear
‘But the wise woman told me to bring a hair from your throat,’ said Harumi, shaking with fear.
‘She always does,’ the Crescent Moon Bear roared, ‘now clear off.’
‘My husband will die, he’s been fighting wars for years and he’s . . .
‘Traumatised, yes, I’ve heard it a thousand times.’
‘So you’ll help, please? I’ve brought food.’
‘Look, plucking my hair hurts, I know you’ve been through hell to get here, it’s a test. Just be patient and loving. Eventually your husband will get better. GO!’ he shouted so loud that Harumi jumped, ‘leave my food behind, or I’ll eat you.’
In the original, the bear gives the woman a hair from the crescent moon on his throat. When she arrives back down the mountain the wise woman throws it away and tells her to be patient with her husband.
Join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/03/03/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week124/
She has a £300 head of woven on Russian hair
She has her head shaven in mourning
Her clothes are designer disposed of when the colour is last seasons
Her clothes are shabby raggy charity shop rejects
She steps out in killer heels feet pampered pedicured and painted
She has heels and soles like elephant hide hardened from a shoeless life
Her house has six air conditioned bedrooms one for each child and three spare
Her six children sleep on the grass covered mud floor
She luxuriates in a bath tub fragranced with jasmine
She walks three miles at dawn to carry home cloudy water
Her family lunch at pizza palace leaving the excess food grabbed in greed
Her children wait twelve hours to share the same maize pap as breakfast
She drives to the shops in a gas guzzling monster
The cost of which would build a clinic and school
She labours in scorched fields ravaged by war and rife with danger
For a dollar day if she’s spared
Just a little piece to mark International Women’s Day.
Lucid Gypsy 