Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Dream Unrealized” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse #photochallenge


Thanks to NENEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt challenge. Also, thanks to Whimsygizmo of Poet’s Pub #dVerse for last week’s quadrille prompt on dreams.  

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Credit: Ooberxandxdavie6

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Faerie woods, 

On hollowed grounds. 

Creatures magique,

Folklore inspired:

Ethereal beauty, 

Regards timeless forest, 

From cliff’s precipice.

Wild mahogany hair, 

Tangles around,

Curved horns.

Pale eyes —

Tinged misty-green.

Searching, discovering —

Ancient secrets. 

Dress clinging close, 

As rain pours. 

She’s silent, unmoving, 

Lips pursed, before upturning,

Rain quenches, 

Her thirst, 

For something,

A dream, 

Unrealized

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.  


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Sunday Photo Fiction: Inside the Hill


There is this ugly hill that I peer out at whenever I look out my bedroom window. What tectonic activity put it there a millennia ago accidentally made this hill ghastly and abhorrent to my senses. 

The mountains and hills that are farther away, now they are something to look at. Gigantic rocks jutting out of the earth, elephant grey, white drifts of snow, pine trees, and treacherous cliffs where mountain goats cling to. There, I am free. 

I really don’t mind the hill itself.  I don’t hate it because it’s located where it is or because it’s boring to look at. I hate it for what’s buried in the hill – –  my husbands, numbers one, two, and three. Number four has it coming it’s only a matter of time. I look over at Charlie softly snoring away beside me on the bed. He’ll never see it before it’s too late. 

That loathsome hill, I can’t face what’s buried there. Their voices rise up to me when I sleep, condemning me, a black widow. But how can I disagree with the truth, I can only hate the hill. 

  
Thanks to  Alistair Forbes for hosting!