Secret Knells

Cry!

Cry all!

Raise your voices

Cry! 

Show us your injuries

Your broken bones

Your bruised spirits

Cry!

Show us your falls

your broken hands

your hidden damage

Cry!

So the world might hear

Cry!

So we may listen

and help end this

tragedy with you

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

The prompt was not restrictive so I wrote what came.  

I think the repetition of Cry is a wake up bell.

I am not a victim of domestic violence but know many who are and have been.  

Call the National Domestic Violence Hotline

1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

I Cover My Eyes

I cover my eyes

maybe 

your trite words

will no longer

  bind my spirit

mind the spell

aimed at me

I sing 

a butterfly

flying free

miles away

the land 

holds

sign 

of spring

You 

no longer

have power

to scorch

to burn me

ring you chime

sing your lies

I do not hear

I cover my eyes

I have joined The Sunday Whirl Wordle 196 with the picture prompt from Magpie Tales.

Easy Wind For Two Shoes in Texas

The leaf floated
Into my sight
Landing easyily
On my shovel

In awe of the colors
The size
The wind's delivery
I stopped

Simply to enjoy
Nature's art
To wonder and wish
I could paint that beautifully

For Two Shoes in Texas writing prompt

Saturday Centus 143, Six Word Saturday, Tall Tales,

Jenny Matlock with her challenge, any style of writing but must be 100 words exactly!  I did it!!!  Also providing another link to the man who grows plants and animals in North Wales.  Hope you enjoy the tall tale, John.

Time for the Trelawnyd Annual Garden show. John standing with Chris couldn't contain his excitement.  He’d won the Best Flavored Tomato title the past five years.

All the villagers’ tomatoes rested on the correct bench for entry. The judges sliced a tomato from each entry because they were judged not only for beauty but also flavor.

John waiting anxiously with Chris waiting to hear the judges’ opinion. Chris said, “John, you have won every year. Don’t worry so.”

Purple ribbon…John!

When asked his secret of growing delectable tomatoes, he just smiled.

No one would ever know his tomatoes were carnivorous.

For Six Word Saturday at Show Your Face....Doing six words for a picture, not my life.

Refuse round rusting remnant resting ruefully.

The Mag 147: The Map

I love this challenge.  Every week Tess gives a wonderful image and challenges us to spin a tale with no limits on our words or our style.  We just have to keep it clean.  Visit Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales to join the fun, you can write and you can read others.  I promise you won't be disappointed.

Photo Source

THE MAP

Some thought the map was lost

Of how the world used to be

They did not know the ancients

Carved the map on me

One girl of each generation

Was chosen to wear the cover

The carving the ink

Of past history's grand oeuvre

Now Earth's law was "No History"

No names to places past

I must remain forever covered

No one can see my ass.