Wisdom Breathes Out? ~ Steve Tanham

(Above: the sculpture to commemorate the executed members of the Resistance in Arras, Northern France)

We seem to be wrestling with the recognition that an age is coming to an end, and that strange forms are filling the world with casual madness, behaving as though nothing hangs over, us; no piper calling for the line to the clifftop.

The word, ‘wisdom’ is to be used cautiously. It is subjective. One person’s wisdom is another’s folly. And yet, looking back on a series of events, we can clearly see where something was ‘wise’. Perhaps we don’t see as clearly where something was unwise? Maybe we don’t feel good if our opinions were part of something that led downhill… we’ve all been there.

Continue reading at The Silent Eye

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Mother of all Living…

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The Spirit planted a garden on its holy mountain in the east.

It was sown with trees whose fruits were blazing jewels:

diamond, sapphire, and agate, emerald, sardonyx and cornelian, opal,

beryl, and topaz, malachite, garnet and amethyst.

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In the centre of the garden grew the tree

of life; four streams, of milk, honey,

wine and oil issued from its roots.

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Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Memories.

First in this week…

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Thursday photo prompt: Memory #writephoto

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.#writephoto

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which was published earlier today.

Throughout the week, I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and space allows, usually in the order in which they are submitted. Please be aware that I tend to schedule reblogs in advance and these spaces fill quickly so an early submission is more likely to be reblogged.

All posts will be featured in the weekly round-up on Thursday, 5th March at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

Submit your link by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 4th March.

Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here)  and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.

Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word in the title of the post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.

By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

Regular contributors are also welcome to come over as my guest and introduce themselves (click here for details).

Please note: As I do not share my political opinions on this blog, please do not use the challenge as a platform from which to share yours. Party political or racially offensive posts will not be reblogged.

This week’s prompt ~ Memory

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tall standing stone, seen between two boulders. The stone stands in a winter field, and seems almost to be carved to the shape of a stylised face…

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Photo prompt round-up: Still #writephoto

Hoary fingers reach

Seeking mirrored yesterdays

An ancient embrace

Passing time holds no meaning

Only the seasons will change

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken one early spring morning in Monyash, Derbyshire.

The village is a truly ancient settlement… there have been people living here for at least five thousand years, largely because of a narrow band of clay running through the limestone that allowed the formation of pools to collect the water needed to sustain life in the high hills. Only the one in the picture now remains, Fere Mere.

It is likely that the inhabitants of this village were involved, four thousand years ago, in building the great stone circle of Arbor Low, just a short distance away.

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!

Pingbacks do not always come through… if you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.

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.

Irini Indjibeli

Jemima Pett

Jen Goldie

Christine Bolton at Poetry for Healing

Hayley R. Hardman at The Story Files

Honoré Dupuis at Of Glass and Paper

Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored

Janette Bendle at What She Wrote Next

Geoff Le Pard at TanGental

Anita from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Trent P. McDonald at Trent’s World

The Indishe

Di at pensitivity101

Kim Blades

Michael at Morpeth Road

Phillip Knight Scott at Reverie in Reverse

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Na’ama Yehuda

Keith Hillman at Keith’s Ramblings

Craig Towsley at A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row

Neel Anil Panicker

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Brian F Kirkham at The Inkwell

Willow Willers at willowdot21

Alethea Kehas at The Light Behind the Story

Daisybala at freshdaisiesdotme

Iain Kelly

Kittysverses

Reena Saxena

Sadje at Keep it Alive

Christine Bialczak at Stine Writing

Jane Dougherty Writes

M. K. Lee at Telling Tales

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But ‘n’ Ben…

bakewell-jail-newspaper-4Gauche…
Gangly…
Currently scrofulous…
Bark Jaw-Dark contemplated the pork pie he had recently fished from the depths of the jacket pocket of his un-pressed suit and placed it whole in his mouth.
“Hey, Jordache!”
“Jaw-Dark,” spluttered Bark through the pork and pastry.
“Is this a joke?” snarled Bark’s mentor, Tom Patrick, picking up the newly positioned desk tag and scrutinising it distastefully.
Bark swallowed and gulped, “Real name’s Mark… first day at school… had a cold… never been able to shake it.”
“The cold or the name?” smiled Patrick, briefly impressed with his own wit, and then continued more seriously, “You don’t get these unless you’re important… and you’re not.”
The desk tag flew through the air and plummeted into the depths of the tall blue recycling bin with a dull thud.
“No sir!”
“And you can drop the sir. It’s Tom. In this day and age we treat you like shit but informally. It’s called progress…Got it?”
“Yes…Tom.”
“Good lad,” growled Patrick turning to leave.
“Did you want me?”
“Ah yes…” said Patrick turning back, “the stone hugger!”
…Bark looked blank.
“Wealthy businessman… moved a stone… went back for the gun… mad as a frog…”

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PC 963 Kraas drove to the nearest car park, pulled up and turned off the engine.
Bark Jaw-Dark stared straight ahead out of the front of the Black Beast and said nothing.
He was probably replaying the whole sorry saga from Ruthwell onwards in his mind and the film-scape did not make for good viewing. Finally he spoke, “It’s a conspiracy.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Kraas.
“The snow… the tides… I bet even the birds are in on it,” said Jaw-Dark, “we don’t stand a chance.”

Lands of Exile: BUT ‘N’ BEN

Stuart France  and Sue Vincent

For once Don was right… it was all Wen’s fault. If only Ben had not insisted on going back for the gun…
Don and Wen should hand themselves in and share the fate of their co-conspirator; it would be the noble thing to do.
Does this course of action appeal to our intrepid duo?
Not on your Nelly…
As Ben languishes in the dank cells of Bakewell Gaol, Don and Wen hit the road. Their headlong dash for freedom takes them northwards, where they are beset by a host of ‘Orphan Stones’ clamouring to be led back home… But they are not alone; the mysterious Black Shade is not the only thing stalking them as they blaze their customary trail through the signs, seals and sacred sites of Old Albion…

images (5)16stuart franceAbout the authors:
The writing partnership of France and Vincent has a peculiar alchemy of humour, scholarship and vision that has given birth to several books, including the Triad of Albion and Doomsday series. But ‘n’ Ben is the first book of the Lands of Exile. The second book in the series, Beck ‘n’ Call was released in 2019.prof pic

France and Vincent share a love of lore and land; together they explore the mysteries of the ancient hills and sacred places of Britain. They may occasionally be observed in one of the many old inns they stumble upon, talking over their adventures. Or throwing tennis balls for an insatiable small dog.

All books available in Paperback and for Kindle via Amazon.

Click to find our books on Amazon 

Sue Vincent – UKUSAFranceGermany

Stuart France – UK USA FranceGermany

You can download a free Kindle app for PC, Mac, android and other platforms that allows you to read the books available, even if you do not own a Kindle. You can download the free Kindle reading app for your device here in the UK, or here in the US.

 

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Listening to the ripples ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

Still water holds memories, of love and loss, death and growing, peace and tumult. A cloud mirror sometimes, speckled with bird wings, and sometimes a raging, silent fire with the trampling boots of soldiers, flame-haired and steel-coated. Sometimes.

I can sit on the bank of any lake, toss a pebble and watch the ripples, knowing that in the tiny bore radiating out from a central force is a story in momentous movement.

Continue reading at Jane Dougherty Writes

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Resilience #midnighthaiku

Delicate blossoms

Nature’s resilience proved

Storm clouds gathering

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A Tangent to the Earth ~ Steve Tanham

No thought of dirt as

Young fingers slid round iron

Rifled in straight and bitter verticals

To stop small boys ascending

Ha!

Continue reading at Sun in Gemini

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Epiphany ~ Christine Bolton #writephoto

Silent sounds
music
to a wounded soul

Pure air
oxygen
to a jumbled brain

Continue reading at Poetry for Healing

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