Photo Challenge: Poem – Quadrille – “Far Too Real” #poetry #dverse #photochallenge


Thanks to Bjorn from #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting a prompt about writing a poem asking questions only. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Mark Harless

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Lady of the forest, 

Your thirst is quenched? 

You’ve found ambrosia waters? 

Supped on nectar sweet? 

Diana, Huntress, do you —

Wander meadows, 

Before ether sleep?  

Are you alert —

With bow, arrows? 

Drinking so deeply, 

Your body flourishes, 

Wild flowers? 

Bathing in Gaia’s silence? 
Wondering where, 

Your people went? 

Knowing they’re Mythology;

And you’re far too real

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

One-Hundred-Word Wednesday Flash Fiction: No Longer Lost #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting #100wordwednesday 


Thank you to Bikergurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.

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Credit: Shaksome Gangwar via Upslash

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Cale ensured he arrived at the beach before sunrise. The sun peaked over the mountains in the distance. Then slowly the light crept in to highlight foam capped ocean waters. The light encompassed the night sky, turning darkness into a washed out pale blue accented by a wash of orange. 

The brilliant sunrise continued and Cale felt the welcome warmth in his limbs, humming in  rhythm with the tide. He was thrilled, filled with a buoyant happiness he hadn’t felt in ages. 

Shifting his backpack, he noticed the shimmer of gold dust raining down on him, as his body began to float off the beach. 

A radiant sparkle in front of him giggled: ” ‘Second star to the right , straight on ’till morning,’ right?” He smiled, no longer a lost boy. 

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” Lost Boy” – Ruth B 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – ” The Truth”


The following is a re-blog and re-edited version of an old poem I found:


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Credit: http://www.globe-views.com

The Truth is as a pearl,

polished and genuine,

Gleaming in the waters still.

Deep beneath where the —

Light dances and shimmies on the water’s surface.

It is something taken for granted, something I gave up.

It’s became this hole inside my heart burning, seething,

Twisted and warped beyond recognition.

An evil formed out of something so pure.

A repulsive ugliness which strangles me.


I want to give you that pearl let it gleam in the sun;

Let it adorn a jeweled neck, a sign of hope on a beauties breast.

But I lied and I took our security away,

I lashed myself tight to seaweed, strands of purple haze, watery worries —

They will be my grave, they will make you despise me.

For I am broken soul now and I cannot turn around.

I am set in my ways, though I wail and turn wane.

You are the light of a pearl, the soft flick of ashes, your lashes —

The soot of my pain, as I lie to you again.

The scent of those ashes, that burning acrid smell;

Reminds me of churches, of a place purer than pearls.

Where the air is so still I can hear my breath wrack,

Hear my heart beat, find forgiveness relief.

As I cry in my soul, it’s forgiven but torn.

While you pray to nothing, it separates us more.


I speak of a heart beat between you and me,

A quiet place we rest, but you make me cry in pain.

Wound me, complete me, and I bite my tongue

As my wry wit replies, to the pain on my peaches and cream,

The  bruises the aches in my legs, to find no peace.

In that, there is nothing but the trapping of my lies,

The seaweed grief come to strangle my reprieve.

A word of love, taken back, a thought, perhaps, I care little.

But when I am skin to skin and feel,

As close as to anyone that I’ve ever been,

When I would give to you what I’d give to no one else,

You turn your back, you leash me, stop my attempts to train,

So I swirl in and out of this complicated romance, the jumper in the whirlpool.

The one plashless, hopeless because she cannot take back time,

Thinks you and the pearl that glimmers in her eye, would have never been,

Had she not minced words and told you:

“I feel nothing — leave me be;

I enjoy the closeness but you are no shiny pearl of truth.”


I see the future unravel, unruly, uninvited coming near,

Ending because you refuse to believe,

In the significance of ashes and churches.

Because I refuse to live in the world,

The woman with a pearl around her neck.

It’s chocking me, the truth, it slides,

A warm gold chain that clasps the pearl in place,

Tightens the pearl around me neck,

Until lost breath is imminent.

When will I say them, those impending words?

When will I say it I cannot trust you,

I cannot tell the truth,

You choose to do works when faith is needed.

You hurt me, and care little to understand me,

My lips seal the words, close them in a box, turn the key;

Pandora’s box ready to unleash this pearl of wisdom,

Perhaps, wise words, but there are no wise-men here.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Three Line Tales: The Ferry to Hades #3LineTales #greekmythology #ferry


Thank you to the lovely Sonya of 100 Words or Less for hosting 3 Line Tale prompts each week.


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Come ride the ferry cross the Acheron, the boundary between earth and Hades; come all souls, Charon assures you may enter; your relatives paid your way, placing in your mouth a coin; once entered Hades in the gorge, you can never leave.

Come ride the ferry where the five rivers meet – Styx, Phlegethon, Acheron, Lethe, Cocytus – converging in the marsh called Styx; the river, the marsh, the goddess, all gods swear upon it when they make their oaths, to keep their promises; come ride the ferry dear ones.

Come, where they say, the goddess Styx has healing powers, bathe in her river Styx, become invulnerable; see how Achilles mother dipped him in the Styx, so no enemy could end his life, there was just the exception of his tiny heal; come lost souls take the ferry to Hades, eternity of joy or pain awaits.

Source: Wikipedia Styx

*To give credit: Angie Trafford doing TLT this week used a bit of Greek Mythology and the character of Hades in her TLT sentences. Check-out her blog in the link above. Thank you to Angie for the idea of using Greek Mythology and the afterlife; your idea allowed me to explore the concept in a different direction. 


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Minute – These Days


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There are days I cannot stop, I fly —

Hear me I sigh.

Look I’m so sore.

Wait for an encore.

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There are waters I cannot swim,

Dip my toes in,

The water is fine.

So I dive in.

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My body needs sleep and dreams

Funny how it seems,

I cannot win.

But each day I grin.

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The New Year brings so much with it

Can’t catch a drift.

Need to write more

Until my soul soars.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Day 28 – NaPoWriMo- Bridge – ” Crossing”


I stand at one end of a bridge formed from majestic oak. 

You stand at the other, staring me down with the clearest aqua eyes. 

If I could get to you — Boy, there would trouble;

I reach tentivly across to you and you hold on to the bridge and try to grasp my hand.

But there’s no way your getting to me –I’ll burn this bridge if I have to!

I sit at one end as moonlight lights the dusk.

You sit at the other as the sky turns black and the nighttime noises of the forest creep in;

Time passes slowly now, you’re out of ideas of how to get to me, past this wall we’ve created.

Then picking up speed you leap across the planks and bowl into me like I am your hope in life. 

A dog walks slowly, followed by a cat.

If cats and dogs can cross this bridge together, perhaps, it’s okay you lept and now keep me. 

I am shackled by your hand as we go on our way —  we crossed a real bridge. 

What’s more we crossed the bridges of our hearts. 

We crossed the bridge that forms through petty thought. 

And now I’m bridged to you, I quite like it that way. 

Say you’ll never unattach, say you’ll hold the waters back;

With my hand in yours, we cross to greater shores;

To a wild and green and lovely place where we are bridged forevermore.