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Spot Light Within…

Weekend Writing Prompt #259- Spotlight
Sit 💺 
Ponder in thoughts
Observe and learn
Take note
Let Light shine
Ideals sustained
Generating ideas
Honestly, think
Take thoughtful actions.
Stories
"There is artistry and poetry in the movements of the queen -- even when she's deadly."

The old soothsayer mused aloud.

“If I didn’t know better, I would have been jealous at your observation of my wife.” The king drawled in amusement.

“Ha!”, The soothsayer muttered as he and the king continued to observe the queen, who was practising sword fighting, vigorously but gracefully.

“What lays on your mind about the queen?” The king asked, knowing the old soothsayer never says anything or observes anyone for naught.

You sire.”

I?” The king turned and looked at the other man in astonishment.

“Aye”

“Do explain.”

“My king, you are the reason the Queen is restless, for she feels the need to protect you. If you will work with her more and listen to her more often, she will be more at peace.”

“I see.” The king narrowed his eyes slightly, “Has she told you anything?”

“My Queen, needs not to. Tis plain to see, for one such as I.”

“I see” The king repeated with a renewed understanding of his wife’s anxiety — the enemies within his kingdom.

“See that you do, sire” He scolded the king with fatherly concern.

“When you two have finished muttering about me, do join me for a picnic at the pavilion gardens.” Queen Indira said as she walked past them without looking at either of them.

“Aye, my Queen” the old man bowed slightly.

“She sounds…miffed,” the king said as he watched the queen walk towards her quarters.

The other man straightened, “That she is. And I believe we are about to hear how much, before the picnic is over.”

The King groaned.

“Do not despair.” He said a bit merrily and the king gave him a side eye at his choice of words. “The queen won’t eat you.”

He smiled at that. “I wish she would. In a romantic way.”

The old man refused to mention that the queen was feeling anything but romance. For anxiety over her husband.

“Well, shall we? We can’t keep the Queen waiting.”

“My king is wise.” The old man nodded as they began walking.

“Do not flatter me, old friend.”

“I do not, sire. You do know what to do. But your kind nature makes you hesitate, hoping your leniency will make the traitors repentant. But think of your Queen, sire. Your hesitation may put her in harm’s way.”

“I love her.”

“That you do sire — as a man and a king. But as a husband, you need to love her the way she needs to be loved, starting by putting out her fears, as far as her husband’s life is concerned.”

The King pondered on that.

Christian Musings, Life, Parenting Series, Purpose and life's mission, Singles' issues, Stories

Mama’s Advise

“Careful. Don’t catch feelings.” Iré cautioned her daughter.

Emira chuckled. “Feelings aren’t the virus, mama.”

“Don’t be absurd. You know darned well what I’m talking about.” Iré huffed.

Emira sighed.

“Remember, how important your faith is to you. That alone is a deal, marriage, and heart breaker. Unless he’s a Biblical Christian, what brought you together will not hold you together.”

Weekend Writing Prompt #203 – Absurd
Christian Musings

Celebration with a Little Kitsch

“Thyme’s toes, Indira!” MayRose whispered in mortified amusement at some of the guests’ garish clothing. “Why is my sight tortured with kitsch colours for today’s Celebration of Harmony?!”

“They are trying to portray the symbols of my parents’ kingdom. I find their effort endearing, given the short notice.” Indira smiled at them in sentimental appreciation.

“My Queen”, A province chief and his lady made obeisance.

Indira warmly welcomed them.

Weekend Writing Prompt #198 – Kitsch
Christian Musings, Life, Poem, Sanguine thoughts, Stories

February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive

Little by little, I had to recover

From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos

Little by little, I am building up what was lost

Like the egg nest, I strived to have

Little by little, I will recover

The heart of who I am

Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way

To tranquillitybeyond bliss

Stormy nights of real realities

Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces

If I were the wind

On balmy days

I will sail into the wild

Over splashes of indigo

And magenta in twilight

Because of you, O faceless faces

Of an unspoken language

I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity

In the midst of feverish fiascos

Whiles wishing and trying to reach

For the candy cabinet

Of the day after eventually

Eventually…

Maybe the day after eventually

I shall open my egg nest

Of an unspoken language

In painted words

The heart of who I am

Homespun fabric

With patches of moldy mishaps,

And splashes of indigo

In painted words

For nearly burying yesterdays

Of the heart of who I am

— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….

May the faceless faces

Of misshapen realities and stormy nights

Both impressive and ludicrous

Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever

One last reminder

Real realities

Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,

Splashes of indigo,

Magenta in twilight

Both impressive and ludicrous

Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…

February 2021 Writing Prompts