Double Take – Saturday Mix, 13 November 2021 canvas – rough clothcanvass – to examine thoroughly and born – brought to lifeborne – past participle of bearbourn – a small stream or boundary A canvas of colour sweep across the sky. Born of a pallet where a borne of experimentation, bourn‘s into a rainbow of light. Canvass the created world withContinue reading “Beautiful Sunset”
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Word Prompt – I am Home
Walking through the archway, I marvelled at a beauty so colourful, nothing could match it . I stand, eyes wide open. Lights hover from every angle and colours are so bright, at first they blind me. Slowly, I adjust my sight, and marvel at its beauty. Fireflies glow, leading the way home. As a childContinue reading “Word Prompt – I am Home”
Pictures, Words, a a cornucopia of nature
Cavalier and cornucopia A cornucopia of grass stretched as far as the eye could see. It’s cavalier attitude strengthened its fortitude in the soft ground. The rabbit I had been chasing snuck into its hole and I lost my way completely. My ears turned, first this way, then that, and I allowed the breeze toContinue reading “Pictures, Words, a a cornucopia of nature”
Thanks to #Throwback Thursday
This week’s prompt TV memories I remember when I was younger sitting in front of the television watching my favourite shows. I loved things like Chips, Doctor Who, and my favourite Starsky and Hutch. It was small, but a colour TV, and had three channels. At twelve o’clock the test card picture was only shown.Continue reading “Thanks to #Throwback Thursday”
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When my daughter asked me what I want for Christmas this year, I said I wanted to do a parachute jump. She looked at me for a few minutes as though I had grown three heads and sprouted wings. It has always been something I want to do: my father was a paratrooper and heContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2021/11/11/thursday-inspiration-the-thrill-is-gone/”
For Word Prompts – Bubble, flak, historical
Bubble A bubble with a transparent veil; kept together with a fragile frame. A bubble with a sphere of protection; vulnerable to flak from sharp words. A bubble hovering in mid air; silently shifting through my heart. A bubble immersed in historical fear; Afraid to speak in case they hurt the ones they love.
Remembrance Day
As a child I used to watch my dad on Remembrance Sunday, as he watched his fellow, former soldiers march past the Cenotaph and lay their poppy wreathes. I could see the pain behind his eyes and he wasn’t ashamed to show his emotions. I understood that many sacrificed their lives so that we haveContinue reading “Remembrance Day”
Home Again – Word Prompts
The bashful sea soothed my weary soul like a comfort blanket, as salt settled on my tongue. I batted away the sensation of the battle worn beach. So many of my friends torn apart, but with so much to live for. Only yesterday he had his first pint of bitter, now he would never seeContinue reading “Home Again – Word Prompts”
#One Liner Wednesday
I wear my poppy to remember those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom.
My Take on #FPQ
How much have you and your priorities changed over the past twenty years? If you’re on the younger side, answer from the perspective of the past ten years or even five years. Twenty years ago my children were the most important people in my life. My son was five and my daughter ten. If theyContinue reading “My Take on #FPQ”
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