Distant Light

July 21, 2016July 21, 2016 ~ Meg ~ 11 Comments

This story, written by my brilliant friend ‘Cake’, has wound it’s tentacles around my imagination and held on tight. With his permission, I have written a loose sequel to this tale and tied it to one of my own short stories –The Cafe. I want you all to read his story before you read the follow up. Enjoy…

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6367380_tuomas-markunpoikas-distant-lights-cast_t5e0d63ea[1] ‘Which way now?’ Christopher asked at the T-junction.

‘How should I know,’ Angela snapped back.

‘Why are they never any signposts out in the country?’

‘Because people usually have a good idea of where they are going.’

He ignored the insult. He glanced at his watch, the second-hand on fourteen, fifteen, he turned right.

‘I hope this is the right way,’ Angela said.

Christopher remained silent and drove on.

What should have been a relaxing winter weekend getaway from the demands of their respective professions and their two young children, a time to rediscover each other, had gone wrong from the very start. The temperature had taken a sudden unexpected dip and they had argued as to whether to return home to collect heavier coats. Christopher had remained adamant that they press on while at the same time blaming Angela, who had been in charge of packing, for her lack…

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Rain – limerick

July 11, 2016July 11, 2016 ~ Meg ~ 24 Comments

With thunder and lightning, crackle and gleam
With howling winds, it lashes and teems
Filling rivers and lakes
Thirsty ground, it slakes
And the rain washes everything clean

For Mind and Life Matters’ limerick poetry challenge.

Abandoned

July 10, 2016July 10, 2016 ~ Meg ~ 35 Comments

Creeping vines crumble the plaster walls
Dust motes waft in beams through the open ceiling
Cracked marble floors in the once grand halls
Where orchestras performed waltzes for the season

And where ladies danced in silken gowns
Spread rusty stains from dripping water
Now the molding carpet with rain is drowned
A priceless Persian, now in tatters

The chandeliers no longer light the cavernous ruin
With stairways wrecked and railings collapsed
Gilded fixtures flaked and broken
And the floor beneath windows littered with glass

The realm where rats and bats and spiders lurk
And at the sound of footsteps scurry away
The flash of light invades the dark
As the artist’s camera finds beauty in decay

Beauty In Decay – G Haskew Photography

I love this series of photographs and the whole Urban Exploration project. Project? I’m not even sure what to call it. The collection of photographs of abandoned structures and objects is absolutely stunning. You can find some of the photography on line by googling “beauty in decay” or you can find the collection in a set of gorgeous coffee table books.