#WRITEPHOTO – THE RETREAT

KL Caley is the host!

The Retreat – Image by KL Caley

Back in the day
out in the wood
there was a small place
a place that was good
and in this nice place
where people did live
they gathered their wares
for something to give
they’d go right outside
and stand in the yard
throwing out food
it wasn’t that hard
the animals would come
and they’d eat all the treats
that was the extent
of the small family’s feats
they all stood there happy
to feed all around
Since during the winter
food couldn’t be found

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

#Writephoto: Tomb

The Tomb

KL posted a fantastic picture for this week’s prompt! https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/10/07/writephoto-tomb/

Rising slowly
above the mist
the corpse will come
he has a list
of those to visit
of those to haunt
like your uncle Paul
and then your aunt
and then he’ll go
and find you shaking
to see what kinds
of trouble you’re making
he’ll laugh and grin
and you will scream
like the ghosts of hell
in a real bad dream.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Emerging

To participate find it here

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https://new2writing.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/emerging-image-by-geoff-le-pard-1.jpg

High above the dusty ground
he came alive
without a sound.
He came to life
to hurt the one
to whom his soul did
wait upon.
The bricks and mortar
were no gate
to keep this raging
lover’s hate
For he had loved
but now he’s dead
Coming for some blood
to shed.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Check it out here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/03/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-3rd/

Here is a poem from last year, same day…
To me it was heartwarming seeing that it was for Sue’s prompt…I know a lot of people miss her.

https://christinebialczak.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

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Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

Morning

Blue skies illuminated 

Clouds covering the sun 

Morning begins early 

Quiet land waits peacefully 

A new day begins 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

#writephoto — Bandstand

Band Stand

You could hear the squeal of laughter as the children ran round and round the bandstand. In a few hours the grass surrounding the bandstand would be filled with checkered blankets laid out with wine and cheese. Despite the antsy behavior of the children a couple sat drinking in their own quiet solitude of the morning. The air was warm and the sun, hidden behind a thin layer of clouds, peaked through every few minutes as the wind moved them along the sky.

Time in the grass
waiting for the show
warmed by the sun
but shaded from the glow
children playing sprightly
while parents bide their time
Soon the music started
an evening so sublime

Check the prompt here

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – STEPS

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett

Find it here: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/05/27/writephoto-steps/

It wasn’t much farther but Bethany didn’t know if her legs would get her there. She had been walking for so long that she hadn’t realized she was almost home. Just a few more steps…By now she had blisters on both heels from her cheap sneakers and an ache in each of her big toes from that horrible pedicure she had spent way too much on. Why didn’t she think of these things before she left? It didn’t matter now. In a few dreaded steps up she would enter the alley that led her to her door. She couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this whole thing had happened.

Thursday photo prompt: Copper #writephoto

Thanks to Di from pensitivity101 for helping to keep #writephoto up and running. Peace to her and to Sue! Enjoy and write on! :

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She walked quickly, the leaves noisy under her sneakers. The trail was turning up ahead and she didn’t understand why this part of the path looked so unfamiliar. Where were the other runners? She started to feel some unease. Was someone following her? Was someone watching her from behind the autumn trees. Her pace was quickening in conjunction with her heart rate. She tried to convince herself that she was causing the anxiety, that her mind was doing all the manipulating. But the feeling was too real. She glanced down at her phone. No service. What now? She no longer felt safe, she felt very afraid. Her slow jog turned into run when her mind started thinking about the serial killers who did these things on purpose.  

©2020 CBialczak

Thursday photo prompt: Circle #writephoto: A reblog 15th October

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Mr. Berry

Mister Baxter Berry 
lived out by the trees. 

He hated to have visitors 
he was very hard to please. 

He’d walk alone in darkness 
he really loved the night. 

We thought that he was creepy 
to see him caused us fright. 

When one day we went looking 
to see how he had been. 

We only found the remnants 
of the house that he lived in.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry