For the Poetic Asides prompt 530 Where You Are, Photo by Reiseuhu on Unsplash ** Here the sun hangs like a weight its heat like a curtain, dense, wrapped around itself like thick clouds keeping out the light. Dust clouds swirl around hardy rocks, each peak a monument to defiance, to aeons of resistance, to heads held high against the ravages of earth, sand and time. For a season this, this barren space which survives against the odds is home, reluctant as it may be
For The Sunday Muse Prompt 93: \\\* Here, prone beneath the weight of things unseen, the vision has begun to fade, the dream once resplendent in its colour, now faint and grey, Between the leaving and the grieving a messenger appears, a key in its wings, a gift of redemption and rebirth.
For The Sunday Muse Prompt #90 . \\\* The brilliance of her luminescent eyes lights the darkness all around, twin pricks of desire shining bright, like stars, stark against the tapestry of a night sky. Fire and ice, both together and apart lie here, the wild and the quiet as one.
For The Sunday Muse prompt #78. Image copyright Erik Johansson. \\\* Stroke by stroke these words, hewn by force, as though from resistant rock are building a shelter, each one a link to a thought and then a world beating back the clouds which loom, a slowly growing splash of colour holding out against the ashen night without. These words are calling the trees, to stand in defiance against the howling wind and the ground, now covered with frost, to cling to life, through the night, because tomorrow comes, and with beginning again.