A Morning Meditation
Chilled stone
numbing resting cheeks
as wet sand
soaks denim knees
while misty mornings
filled with fog
turn desolation
into mystery
and crisp air
stings cheeks
as a train whistle blows
in the distance
creative writing
Gideon’s Challenge
Saying Goodbye
Shattered windows
and crumbling walls
when wind blows
shingles fall
yet still she stands
old and strong
creaking timbers
join winter’s song
in summer time
she will fall
tumbling down
’til flattened all
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Gideon’s Challenge
My Sanctuary
When your
head dips
and whiskers graze
it’s the bark
of the tree
my hand rests on
as I catch my breath
and your touch
upon first kiss
is the feather light
brush of moss
upon which I make
my bed
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Weekly Creativity Prompt – The Borrower – Part 1
Prompt: Draw (at least) three cards. Use them to tell us a story about working in a magical library.
He took this job because he wants to be smart. All the books and magic and amazing records. It had to make him smart. Of course it would make him smart! It’s all he ever wanted in life, to be smart. (Ace of Swords)
Not that the wage was particularly good, but they’d said when he was hired that there was potential to move up in the ranks and make more later. But then later came and went, or at least id did in his opinion. And here he is, still stuck in a starter wage, working in the library and not feeling any smarter. (Ace of Pentacles)
This is why he started to sneak out the books. Not that he meant to. He meant to just take the one home, and read it, and then bring it back! But it was really confusing and so then he had to borrow an easier one to help him with the harder one. And then the next thing he knew there were three books in his home. And then four! They’re breeding like rabbits! Except they aren’t breeding at all, he just can’t seem to stop taking them home… and he always forgets to bring them back. (Seven of Swords)
(To Be Continued)
DECK USED: FOURNIER’S TAROT CATS BY ANA JUAN
Gideon’s Challenge
The Balm
Clouds
like whispers
stretch light
across the sky
as chill air
sweeps through
peaked hilltops
and sitting
at the lookout
crisp air is pulled in
to aching lungs
to soothe
and relax
long carried
tensions and stress
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Gideon’s Challenge
Nature’s Whispers
Sit down and relax
among the trees
and moss that
covers everything
And in the stillness
that is not still
and the silence
that is not silent
feel the whispering
of secrets
within every frond
and each branch
as cool damp air
kisses the skin
and tiny rustles
speak of playful sprites.
Twisting the Leaf 