Daily Archives: March 23, 2015

Wild Boar Wood

Five Photos. Five Stories. Day 1

Thank you Calen at Impromptu Promptlings for nominating me for this fun challenge. For anyone who hasn’t seen Calen’s lovely inspiring site, I recommend that you check it out now.

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When I beheld that sweet haven

    which was to be my home for a while

      behind my rib cage

        where my tired heart lay sick

        something fluttered and swelled

        and a feeling that healing could reach me

       swept through my senses.

      The trees welcomed me

   their budding leaves opening

to show me the future    

© Jane Paterson Basil

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. 

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.  Today, I’m inviting Annie, The Little Snowflake to join the challenge. 

A Crack In The Mirror

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image adapted from http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/293/8/7/shirley_manson_cracked_mirror_by_jbobw-d6r9pew.jpg

You’re a woman of campassion and you recognise my pain though I try to disguise it. Your empathy stirred, you smile into my eyes, and why is it that kindness makes me cry?

I am not
this
broken woman
I am not
this
walking misfortune
the hair that is shed
from a head filled with lead
the dishevelled expression
that tells of depression
belongs to another
not me

I am none of the things that you see.

I float in cream chiffon,
I dance on rich ground
wafting fresh fragrance
of blossom around
I’m gracious and graceful
my surrounding are tasteful
my carpets are white
my steps make no sound
folks stop and listen
my words are profound
by all and sundry
I’m greatly renowned

But I don’t blame you for what you see as you gently gaze and you smile at me
it’s not your fault there’s a dent in the surface, a crack in the mirror, a flaw in the glass
or whatever causes this horror you see

this warped reflection of reality.

© Jane Paterson Basil

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