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Millrace ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

Posted on March 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

For Sue Vincent’s Thursday challenge, a sort of prose poem with WIP in mind. The millrace runs but there is no more a mill, and trees grow now where wagons once stood with their head-hanging horses, waiting to be loaded … Continue reading →

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Listening to the ripples ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

Posted on February 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

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 … Continue reading →

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The last veteran ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on June 30, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Ebb and flow, waving goodbye, waving hello. So the sea goes, ceaselessly. Old feet on fresh sand. The water no longer running red. Memories crashing inside his head like waves on the shore. Creaking knees bend, arthritic hands dig into … Continue reading →

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#writephoto microfiction: The tides of the night by Jane Dougherty

Posted on October 26, 2016 by Sue Vincent

This is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge. It started off as a poem and I rewrote it as a piece of prose, a sort of prose poem. I might try again and write something more story-like. Purple the sky that … Continue reading →

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Not Just Another Dawn – Richard Ankers

Posted on February 6, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Richard Ankers Have you seen a dawn tinged with crimson fold back the night to flickering, ruby auroras? Have you heard the Song thrush sing a serenade to welcome a summer’s morn? Continue reading: Not Just Another Dawn – Richard Ankers