Daily Archives: September 15, 2016

Gate

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on writing in north norfolk:
Overhead Wings spread Frozen by fate Iron weight Open gate An invitation Anticipation Consternation Fear of the unknown All alone Walls of stone City of the dead © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response…

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Thursday photo prompt – Gate – #writephoto

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 21st September and link back to this post with a pingback. Please make sure that the … Continue reading →

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Photo prompt round-up – Broken #writephoto

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Sue Vincent

The photograph for this week’s prompt is the folly known as Dinton Castle in Buckinghamshire. The building has recently been strengthened as it was in danger of crumbling away. It is an odd place, full of mystery. Broken Folly builds castles Clinging to … Continue reading →

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The Unseen Sea – 6: Of Fear and Trust

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Sue Vincent

The Silent Eye Part Six of The Unseen Sea Grandad Lucca is walking on the shoreline with his grandaughter, Jessica. The beach is made up, mainly, of pebbles, twinkling black and white in the morning sun, but here and there … Continue reading →

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So, You Used To Be A Dancer? Life Lessons From Dancing from Sirena Tales

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Sirena Tales: “Ask [yourself] what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs are people who have come alive.”~~Howard Thurman People keep coming across my path, voicing their passions along with their regret … Continue reading →