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Photo prompt round-up: Crown #writephoto

Posted on March 26, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Many tread the path

Four conceal a hidden gate

Opening the way

Beyond the earthly quarters

Spirit wears the crown of crowns

The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at Duddo Stone Circle. Only four of the stones are visible from the approach, though five of the seven remain standing. The circle is also known as the Singing Stones.

Thank you to everyone who took part, visited or reblogged the posts or left comments for their authors.

A new prompt will be published later today. As always, I will reblog as many contributions as space and time allows as they come in… and all of them will be featured in the round-up next Thursday.

All the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!

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An invitation to writephoto writers…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto writers to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! Click here for details.

Come and join in!

Thank you to all Contributors!

Please click the links to read and comment on the author’s site.

Leena at Soul Connection

The Indishe

Christine Bolton at Poetry for Healing

Lady Lee Manila

Honoré Dupuis at Of Glass and Paper

Shilpa Nairy

Fandango at This, That and the Other

Jane Dougherty Writes

Kerfe Roig at K – Lines That Aim to Be

Kittysverses

Frank J. Tassone

Cheryl at The Bag Lady

Balroop Singh at Emotional Shadows

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Kim Blades

Anita from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Daisybala at freshdaisiesdotme

Christine Bialczak at Stine Writing

Jules at Jules Pens Some Gems

Jim Adams at A Unique Title for Me

Na’ama Yehuda

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Wallie’s Wentletrap

Alethea Kehas at The Light Behind the Story

Willow Willers at willowdot21

Ken Gierke at rivrvlogr

Di at pensitivity101

Sadje at Keep it Alive

Iain Kelly

Nascent Ederren at The Ederren

Reena Saxena

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, Humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing prompt | 18 Comments

Crown ~ Honoré Dupuis #writephoto

Posted on March 26, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“Will they be waiting for us?

It doesn’t look so far, just a few steps, not a big deal,

not as if we had to go on a boat, as some have to.

Continue reading at Of Glass and Paper

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged PARADISE, writephoto | Leave a comment

Nectar #midnighthaiku

Posted on March 26, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Spring’s chalice opens

Catching every drop of sun

Nectar for the heart

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged chalice, haiku, magnolia | 9 Comments

Hope on the Horizon: Pandemic Anxiety Management II~Cindy Knoke

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Cindy Knoke:

I think this koala is sending a message to you and I about anxiety!

In the midst of darkness,

there is light.

Check out: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8115879/COVID-19-Australian-researchers-CURE-coronavirus.html

Good people are working,

to help.

Continue reading at Cindy Knoke

Posted in reblog | Tagged Anxiety Management, Anxiety Management During Covid19, Koala Photos, Pandemic Anxiety | 2 Comments

Treasure Hunt ~ Shilpa Nairy #writephoto

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“A pathway through a mown wheat leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones. Shadow of those stones meets a point to reach the goal” read the note.

This is the last clue and we are ahead of other teams. Only 4 hours left for sunset which ceases the game and also the place.

“What do you mean of ceases the place too” questioned Reena.

Lata in her casual tone said “That is what everyone says in the city. No one knows the reality”.

Continue reading at Shilpa Nairy

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged flash fiction | Leave a comment

Miriam Hurdle Reviews: My Maine: Haiku through the Seasons by Bette Stevens and A Soldier’s Children by Jan Sikes

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from The Shower of Blessings:

My Two book reviews – My Maine: Haiku through the Seasons by Bette A. Stevens and A Soldier’s Children by Jan Sikes.

My Maine

A Soldier's Children

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My Maine: Haiku through the Seasons by [Stevens, Bette]

My Review

In her poetry book My Maine: Haiku through the Seasons, Stevens showed the nature she experienced in the Pine State of Maine. The presentation of the book reminded me of attending a concert to watch the performance of the Italian composer Antonio Vivaldi’s violin concerti “The Four Seasons.” In each season, Stevens opened the curtain and presented the sights and sounds in the nature. For the taste, a lobster dinner was in order. The performance of each season retreated toward the end and invited the next season to come in; and the audience gave a standing ovation.

Continue reading at The Shower of Blessings

Posted in reblog | Tagged #bookreviews, #RRBC, #RWISA, book reviews | 2 Comments

Alien Giants ~ Fandango #writephoto

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“Do you remember this, Viggo?” Antonio asked, pointing to the upright rocks on the green plateau.

Antonio shrugged. “It looks familiar, Viggo, but it was so long ago, I can’t be sure.”

“Ah, Antonio, you old bastard, your brain is all muddled,” Viggo said. “Where else do the rocks stand at attention like that, my old friend? We used to ride our bikes along this path and play among the rocks.”

Continue reading at This, That and the Other

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged aliens, giant rocks, god, Mother Nature, The Great Flood, virus, writephoto | Leave a comment

Stone ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Once the ring of stones had been unbroken. The stones had been one, created to act as one, perform the same function for the same people. But times changed, the people scattered, their beliefs fragmented. For centuries the stones held firm, bound by thousands of years of tradition until one broke away, taking retribution with her.