#TSM228 — sellebrity

Theda Bara in Cleopatra 1917 From the dawn of time, women have been held hostage by the fantasies of weak, selfish men. Clothed in death and coerced into lassoing the moon for her milk, how can we ever consider wealth and fame as food for our souls? Or the price paid with batting false eyelashes,…

dVerse — Ekphrastic on Lee Madgwick image — Safe — linked to OLN323

Lee Madgwick safe am I; green velvet glove cushions me. protected from harm, the fires in the hearths warm; seamless clay walls and chimneys, each story’s windows caulked and locked; a fortress, constructed brick by brick. sleep comes easy without anxieties, yet why are my dreams about escaping? sometimes, when awake, it’s hard to breathe…

#FF — Like a King

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville Harald lived with his family over the fence. Wise Queen Martha chose Gene’s yard. Gene was a gardener who enjoyed bringing new cultivars home. He squeezed them into the already overflowing beds from spring until fall; a dazzling array of colors and fragrances. When Gene planted cushion hakea, Harald went…

Moonshots in September 2022

I am part of a clan mother’s group that celebrates the full moon each month.  On Friday and Saturday I made the effort to get outside and grab some shots of the glorious Lady Luna.  The first three were taken Friday night, from both inside and outside, and the last three were taken Saturday night.

dVerse — Prosery — apples, alyssum, and arnica

I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace. by Katherine Riegel, from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” Summer’s wandered off. Harvest moon presides during crisp-aired dormiveglia that sweetens the apples. Not quite autumn, sunshine continues cavorting with wind’s playful nips. Today, Melba strolls…