The Path

In the beginning the path is smooth

Unencumbered, no burden

Heart and words gave only truth

Time moves on

I beg it slow

Masks removed

Thy wrinkles show

Undulating journey

Now tired and worn

The road gets bumpier

We gaze forlorn

The trail walked

cracks were showing

The lights were on

Highlighting the path of knowing

A pilgrimage

No matter,

parts were broken

Life is an lesson

Learn and live

Leave no words unspoken

Crimson Creative Challenge

#CCC22

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Beneath the truth

Beneath the truth

Rejective to the truths she tried to tell him

Mind absent?

Or defensive out on a limb

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Please listen

You must play attention

No more pretension, allow convention

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You sit and stare through vacant eyes

Life on hold, I await your replies

Do you understand what we are losing

Responding, why are you refusing

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Your mind wandering like a nomad

Can you focus on what we once had

Why are you scared to open your heart

When we are close, I see your lips naturally part

Your words say I miss you so much

Your hands reaching for mine, a brief touch

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Is this a blemish, a blot that can be mended

Unbelievingly that this is our life intended

I love you, your words do say

Can we rebuild, be us, not they (were)

Consent step forward and then deny

Concede, permit, it is ok to again, try

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Some people wear their heart on their sleeve

Others keep it closed, opting to leave

Do you keep it hidden to avoid humiliation and rejection?

Please do not besmirch our lives affection

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Show your beautiful and vulnerable heart.

I would have accepted it with a tender open heart.

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I have combined a number of challenges. Enjoy the collaboration ❤️

#FOWC

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/18/opposites-attract-challenge-15/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/18/story-starter-challenge-16/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/19/focus/

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/19/fowc-with-fandango-blot/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/19/your-daily-word-prompt-besmirch-march-19-2019/

Im sure it was just a Dream

Mysterious

The pounding of rain on the windscreen made it difficult to concentrate. Eyes bleary from navigating the road in the the visually poor conditions. The two-hour drive from the airport had turned into 5 1/2 hours. There had been no sign posts or if there had she couldn’t see them. Her ears straining to hear Siri give her directions.

Ella had been invited to her Uncle’s country home in Arcane. He was celebrating his 80th birthday. All the family were coming. Her mind reflecting on conversations with her deceased parents, the only family she heard about, was odd Uncle Slav who lived in Arcane. So odd they never went to visit him.

She dismissed it with the thought that they must be from the other side of the family. Being she was the only one left, no brothers or sisters, her parents were tragically killed in an car accident two years ago, (or so Ella thought), hence she was quite excited about the thought of having some family.

A brief halt from the pelting of the rain, a moment of reprieve, she hears Siri say “you have reached your destination.”. The destination it is on your right. Aha someone up there is looking after me she thought. Ella silently said thank you

She slowed the car to a halt. Squinting as looked out of the rain stained car window, it was dark. She focused on the empty space between her car and the dark house in front of her. She could see flickers of light through the windows. Shadows passed over her eyes. What was that? she thought silently or did she speak it out loud. She open the car door, grabbed her umbrella from the back seat. Did she grab it to shield herself from the rain or as a potential weapon if needed, she looked left and right before stepping out.

Walking the dark path towards the front door, she knocked softly. She could see or hear nothing, just flickering off the light from what appeared to be candles in the windows. She knocked harder. She jumped when she heard

“Who is it?” He spoke in a hoarse whisperer his voice filled with a dark edge.

Chills ran down her spine. Was it a cold or was it fear. She shivered. It is me Uncle Slav, Ella from Seraph.

The door opened. Standing in front of her, A man, he must’ve been six-foot five. Tall with long limbs, so lean, she could barely make out its features, the flicker of light from the candles again helping her showed pale skin, his dark eyes radiating a fierce, uncompromising intelligence. What was behind those mysterious eyes. Again, she shuddered.

Welcome child, welcome to my home. For one brief second I am safe. My home is your home now and with that he swept her into embrace his eyes turning a deep red, long fangs. Thoughts that raced through her mind in that split-second. “Vampires, are they real, I’m going to die, why did I come here, I didn’t say goodbye to my friends, who will look after my dog, a slideshow commenced showing photos of her as a child, growing up, with her mum and dad, all her childhood pets, friends, one after another photos flicked through her mind then, her will asked will see my mum and dad. She felt a sting, his fangs piercing into her neck, the pain is so intense, yet somehow so pleasurable as well. What is happening? what is going on?, she felt herself the limp in his arms, she looked into those red eyes once more, then the sweet voice of mother, oh darling we see you met uncle slav. We are so sorry, we love you and then nothing.

Ella woke the next morning, in her car funnily enough she did not feel the cold, even though there was frost all around her, snow capped mountains in front of her. So close it felt like if she reached out she could touch them. Everything around her seemed brighter, more vibrant, amplified. On her windscreen was the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen, mesmerised, she got out the car, walked slowly so not scare the butterfly away, she stared at the butterfly. The butterfly seemed to make eye contact. It stared back, as if it knew her, it stared with It’s deep red eyes.

Her slim fingers slowly reaching up to gently touch the right side of her neck, as she lowers her hand, Ella looks at her fingers, drops of blood. She hears a voice deep inside, that horse whisper that was filled with the dark edge“ you are now immortal my dear”

I’m sure it was all a dream

A Moment in Time

Can we go back

To that first embrace

You held me tightly

Searching for your answers

You gazed longingly into my face

At that moment in time,

You delved deep into my soul

Each of us captivated

That night was beautiful as we wildly

Lost control

Hypnotised

Held a prisoner

in your eyes

That split second, minute, that hour

The only two people on earth

Bound in abandoned power

A memory so poignant

It was set in stone

A memory of passion and love

A tenderness never past known

That treasured moment

Of a time past

Yet timeless

The spell remains unbroken

Love remain ❤️

#Writephoto _ Timeless.

Janette Bendle February 22 2019

Sue Vincent – writephoto founder and photographer

I wish

WORTH — Word of the Day Challenge

I wish every child would grow knowing a heart full of love

I wish all animals on land and sea would know kindness

I wish trees, forests and oceans were left alone to thrive

to naturally provide

I wish humanity would value and love every growing organism on our earth

See, hear, feel what we have

Please appreciate it’s worth

Save our world

A New Beginning

A new day begins

Surrounded by clear black night

The coolness of the air

Wrapping us together

In a new love affair

Awaiting the new dawns glimpses

Through the darkness of the skies

The first light colors a secret to

only our eyes

Hues of grey, burgundy then red

Peaking through in the newness of

The morning

Whispering welcome

to the new day ahead

An artists palette is the view

Shades of bright yellow,

Then orange, pinks

and blue

The softness of the morning born

Like a piece of art

The sunrise, thy sky adorn

Another new day begins

Tucked together under

each other’s wings

A new love

A new beginning

#writephoto~Sue Vincent

#writephoto

Janette Bendle February 2019