For the marathon I went with the image prompt for hour3. But I knew I would come back to the text prompt when I had the time. Now time is at a premium in my life, specially on a Monday morning but I’ve managed to…

A young man stands still in the Soothsayer’s shack “It is not strength, but patience you lack” , the seer says beneath a tattered hood in a drafty cabin to the north of the wood The knight huffs and turns upon his heel but stops…

Snow falls onto a castle spire and a princess sits, near burned by the fire Peasant children play in the grounds below but it’s not a pleasure the princess knows Her hands are gentle, soothed by fragrance and oil Bathed in milk and honey, she…

Two wanderers stop where the dirt paths merge She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold Eyes catch and fall ignorant to the sun winking behind the trees He, from the East and Her, the West seek out the North and South but carelessness has…

Atop the hill he stood, steadfast, immovable revered by the castle and the land beneath its spires Bards spun tales of his skill, his grace, and the wounds that would lead him to his cave He peers out from within the rock face, motion slowed…

An elk is the loudest of all deer, Glass lightbulbs contain gas and are fragile. Buckets are biblically old in design and sometimes leaky, Carports offer protection from the weather. Elbows facilitate surreptitious nudging. All carry characteristics of grannies.     Author: ©️Jane Eckford 2nd…

Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…

Acoustic guitar stings and taps leading into louder dance A light female voice, breathless, the words indecipherable though I listen closely only half understanding snatches of song.   ‘doesn’t take a job in the night return to me all my friends are half-gone birds, keeping…

The twang of a lute summons all to the maiden though there are rumors, suspicions that it is not her words, nor song, nor beguiling dance that brings attention to her show It is the glimmer in her eye, the rose in her cheek, a…

The empty swing invites all-comers to sit awhile to dangle, legs and dreams.   I stand and gently rock the empty swing warmed by the end of summer in fields of afterglow.   Sunflowers with heavy heads of seed turn their upward gaze towards the…