Helena

Pink lemonade It must have been The rose colored glasses Or maybe they were green Life gave me lemons And water and sugar I mixed it all well Then added some spice Then you appeared With your big hazel eyes Blinded by light Everything looked bright Or was it you Who made me do…

#FolkloreThursday Under Cornwall’s summer moon, Jan Tregeagle’s ghost wails at Dozmary Pool, endlessly scooping water with a leaking limpet shell. Fleeing to Roche Rock’s ruined chapel, his torment echoes. #CornishGhosts #SpookySummer

You are the only memory that isn’t one.

Thank you for your incredibly inventive posts, dear Bibliophiles!✨ See you next week on #BookologyThursday 🎈 art by Dan Craig

And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past. The Day of the Triffids John Wyndham #GrimLitFriday #BookChatWeekly art: Lawrence Mann

#GrimLitFriday #bookchatweekly "What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night." The Exorcist, William Peter Blatty (1971).

Neighbors waver, schemes entwine, Sound carves channels, sharp, divine. Flow, the artist, truth’s own maker, Life’s translator, soul awakener.

#GrimLitFriday #bookchatweekly "The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future." Peter Benchley, Jaws.

#Cape #Tainaron, the southernmost point of mainland Greece, is where the Ionian and Aegean Seas collide, and ancient myths come alive. Known in antiquity as Matapan, this rugged cape was believed to house the gates to Hades, guarded by a sacred temple of Poseidon. 🇬🇷 📷 fab.drone

Caged soul Down in a hole Glint of steel Bars are real Should I attempt To escape in the dark Guided by freeing flames in the night Or should I reside In this prison Mortified Give up the fight Caged soul Unwhole All I do Is wonder Thoughts wander One day I will be free No…

Crooked lake

Three copper pennies at the bottom of a well wishes rusting in a watery tomb dreams decay & hope floats away aboard a ship that will never come in #Fromoneline #poetry

Who says that blue is the rarest color in flowers ? A spray of rich blue Delphinium elatum !

Breached

Sii paziente:da qualche parte,al confine della notte,troverai la speranza. Sii paziente.Non è tutto finito. In questa vita,nulla finisce davvero. Non in un giorno.Né in una vita. Ai confini della notte – a te lo dico, disperato – sta appesa una speranza… M.Luntemis #notteinarte

We sailed the seas And spun our lies To die beneath These #violet skies Cannot surmise Nor even trace The depths, Our final resting place Upon our face We sewed our screams To stitch a shroud Or so it seems These inky dreams Abyssal lie Embrace the night Goodbye blue sky #vss365

Enchantment had come to the woods that day ... 🎨Alexander Hubert von Volborth

Wild fantasies Enthralled by a myriad of possibilities You want You need You’re full of greed Sprinkle seeds of love newly sown But unwatered they’ll remain un grown A mutual obsession is hard to find Without connection Love is less refined The window of time Will reveal What’s…

🖤🖤🖤 Even when I'm alone, I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. L.M. Montgomery

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of us in everything we used to love.