Ancient Castle

Ancient Castle

I peek through the ancient windows peering at the majestic castle hoping to see if the images of past occupants are there.

It smells like old dusty bread  and crumbling dirt walls. It smells like its 500 years old. I can almost see the furniture that use to be there years ago.

I can hear the gusting ,ghostly ,gloomy ,whispers and howling wind. Doors creaking  open and screeching ravens , acting like soldiers guarding the old rusting castle.

I can taste endless dust flowing through my mouth ; the taste of ages of time pushing through the ancient rooms.

The decaying castle is perched on crumbling ragged, rusting, rocks and is still being held up proudly. The ravens are swooping around the old castle. I can feel the wondrous souls flying through the opened door into the unnamed rooms.

Autumn Leaves

Oak leaves flutter around the cold sky.  Yellow,red,orange and golden colours that are painted on the lifeless leaves that fall to the wet ground and lay there cold and still, until the season is over.

The autumn leaves are like fiery flames burning to the ground.  When I walk past the oak tree on a windy day it reaches down and strokes my back and tickles. 

The leaves are all laying on the ground still, waiting for autumn to end.

Digital Mihi

Creating a digital mihi creating a connection. (vpld) from Catriona Pene

The Carnival

I can hear screams of laughter coming from above where the ferris wheel is spinning around like a spinning top. I can smell the sweetness of the candyfloss filling the air where ever I go. I hold the candy floss in my hand, it looks like a pink tree that has just blossomed and I take a big bite of it's sweet flavours. I can feel the breeze of the frosty, cold wind on my soft skin. I can see vivid lights coming from all around. I can hear ear-splitting, loud, pumping music. I line up to queue for the roller-coaster that looks above me like a highway in the sky. I'm excited and nervous, the adventure begins.

ANZAC Soldier

As I’m waiting for my enemy to approach, I’m blending in with rocks, like a chameleon. The ground is as rough as elephant skin. As the sun lies down behind the sand hills they sky turns a vivid grey-blue. I can hear guns being shot from behind the hills so I hide beside a gorse like tree trying not to be seen. I can hear my heart thumping. My hands start to go numb as I may have to fight for my life. I hope I make it home to see my wife and family again.