Photo Challenge: Fiction – Dawn of Daylight #amwriting #fiction


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this challenge and a card/picture which is centered around the sun and it’s use as a metaphor in life. 

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It’s early morning and the sky is tinged with an inky darkness. Out of the east brilliant colour begins to emerge. First the sky lightens, the navy washing out into a paler blue. The sun goddess brings a purplish hue to the sky which then begins to blaze with citrus orange; a red-pink hue completes the spectacular sunset. The goddess knows the sailors will complain about the pink hue; the suspicious lot of them. 

She watches the sunrise, in all nature’s artistry, from washed out watercolour to colours aflame in brilliant acrylic. The colours become more pigmented and the sky itself turns cheery sky blue and the brilliance of the sunrise is replaced by the promise of a new day. A soft yellow glow on everything outside, reminding the goddess of the smell of lemons and a distinct feeling of happiness. 

She spots her treasured swing in her secret garden. The fall leaves of tangerine orange, blazing gold, and brazen red, match her sunrise well. The goddess steps through the coloured leaves and walks to the swing. It’s warm enough that many flowers are yet blooming and some of the Autumn colours are enhanced by the grassy green of summer, holding on despite a chill arising as winter whispers. 

Roses decorate the sun goddess ropes on her swing as she kicks out ageless beautiful shapely legs, then kicks her legs underneath her wodden swing. She keeps her pace gentle, pumping her legs at leisure and watching the sun provide hope to this part of the world; the renewal of light. 

The blue sky is awesome and many people are out walking their dogs. It’s early and only the dogs see the goddess swimging. They approach her for a scratch and a hidden treat. Their kisses lap her face as she tries to avoid getting licked on the mouth. The goddess grins when the dogs wagging their tales, return to their owners, sniffing through the gathering of leaves on the sidewalk. 

She lingers on the swing longer than she should. But there is a certain peacefulness in the morning hours she needs to make it through the day. She mentally calculates how much time she has, not long; other places in the world are eager to see the sunrise too. Yet in the cool of the morning air the goddess sighs. 

Here is an enchanted place ready to see the crystal clearness daylight reveals, unconcealing those who hide in darkness. But in other places, darkness is safer, for in daylight there is no delight but harm as the shadows themselves strive to suck away the light. The sun goddess smiles because the sun always rises, the shadows never win. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Poem: Terzanelle  – “Her Painted Face” 


The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima forms. It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets/tercets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is repeated, reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain. The rhyme and refrain scheme for the triplets is as follows: 

1. A

2. B

3. A

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4. b

5. C

6. B

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7. c

8. D

9. C

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10. d

11. E

12. D

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13. e

14. F

15. E

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Ending Type 1:

16. f

17. A 

18. F

19. A

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Ending Type 2:

16. f

17. F

18. A

19. A

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Each line of the poem should be the same metrical length.

For more information please visit Shadow Poetry. Many thanks to Kat from Like Mercury Colliding for demonstrating the Terzanelle form. Read her Terzanelle in the link above.

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Smear the canvas, rich thick acrylic paint,

Paint given texture, mixing with thick gel,

Build her face artistically amazing.

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Choose brushes used under her glam creative spell.

Build her face, artistically amazing.

Paint given texture, mixing with thick gel.

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Blending on a pallate — tint, shade, or glaze.

Layer upon layer, image unfolds, blends.

Build her face artistically amazing.

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Rainbow of paint, my medium well lends.

The method of attaining a correct shade shown.

Layer upon layer, image unfolds, blends.

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Skin colour working, finding ideal tones.

Liveliness, painter’s skill, to wet canvass.

The method of attaining a shade shown.

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Talent, raw paint, forming woman with sass.

Smear the canvass, rich thick acrylic paint,

Liveliness, painter’s skill, to wet canvass.

Smear the canvass, rich thick acrylic paint.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.