I Write Her Haiku/Senryu photo Challenge #24 June 18 2019

IWH#24June18

I Write Her Haiku/Senryu photo challenge June 18 2019

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 6/22/19
  • Up to 3 pieces permitted
  • Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge” on your post
  • Always give photo credit if there is one

 

Old bones beckoning

Reaching out for one last breath

mocking the cosmos

©J.E. Goldie June 18, 2019

 


 

Defeated by death

Reaching out for one last breath

Old bones beckoning

©J.E.Goldie June 18, 2019

 


 

On the clock tower

A skeleton beckoning

For life after death

©J.E.Goldie June 18, 2019

 


healing-hands

“The Riverbank” for Fandango’s one word challenge – mist – June 17 2019

stream_light_wood_summer_tree

Fandango’s one word challenge – mist June 17 2019

“Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.”


THE RIVERBANK

I watched you from the riverbank

on a new path,

to consume you.

I knew.

I watched you from the riverbank   

wading in the stream.

lost in newness,

a new reverie.

 

I watched you from the riverbank

you drew into tides,

much deeper with

each new stride.

 

misty_river_by_vicdar3n

I watched you from the riverbank

dressed in white robes,

and strings of pearls.

You strode away.

 

I watched you from the riverbank

The mist was changing

from solid to light,

and day into night.

 

image (1)

I watched you from the Riverbank,

as you vanished in the mist.

 

©J.E.Goldie June 17 2019

 

 

 

black bar3

 

 

 

“With A Smile And A Wink”

 

Purple Hydrangea flower (Hydrangea macrophylla) in a garden
Purple Hydrangea flower (Hydrangea macrophylla) in a garden

 

∼WITH A SMILE AND A WINK∼

Now, here you go

With a smile, and a wink

as she handed out

apples she’d cleaned

In the sink,

A comforting hand

A heart warming hug

and gramma would smile

and glint with a shrug

A scrape on the knee?

oh dear, let me see

with the warmth in her eyes  

and the love in her touch 

the scrape that you got

didn’t hurt very much.

Run along she would say

It’s a great day to play

But don’t go too far!

There’s buns in the oven

And cookies in jars, and

With a warm loving hug

and comforting smile,

She’d send you outside

To play for awhile.

 

©J.E.Goldie June 17 2019



Like many of you my Grandmother was my guardian angel. Well, to me she was. In the late 1920’s she was bundled over to Canada from England, by a man 20 years her senior. They settled fairly comfortably in those hard times.

He was a native of Listowel, but lived in Canada for 70 years, with his young wife Muriel Jones (My Grandmother) who was from London and had trained to be a seamstress. George H. Wright (My grandfather) was also a member of the T. Eaton Company’s Quarter Century Club and had been there for over 30 years. He was also a Sargeant with the 166th Battalion, Queen’s Own Rifles. He died at 76 years of age. I was the first grandchild and made my presence known to him by changing the channel on his radio and removing the knob. Irksome, I guess LOL When he died that left Gram to be inventive.

Together they raised eight children. My mother being the eldest girl and second eldest child. This put her in the position of second bread winner. 

My gram was pretty thrifty and crafty, I guess. I heard she’d use the kid’s tiny hands to sneak small bits of coal through the coal yard fence.  She’had a few curtain rods and took in people’s fancy embroidery to clean and stretch. Monsters on her back porch. She did whatever it took to raise her children. They were lucky to have a house, which she lived in until life took her strength away. 

I stayed with her while my parents worked to buy themselves a home. So my days were in my Gram’s care through my early childhood. Probably from a baby to 8 or so years of age. She guided me, she comforted me, she spoke softly and firmly. When I heard her calling me from five or more blocks away I knew I had to get! She had “Some Holler!”, but I knew at the end of it was a warmth and smile and depth of demonstrative love, I’ll never forget. I should have called this,

“To Muriel with love.”

©Jenny June 17, 2019

 

 

If You Don’t Mind

 

fantasy_smoke_clot_light_46392_800x600

Why you?

you ask.

Why me?

Why now?

 ageless questions, 

that lover’s seem to ask,

through time immortal.

There’s no game here,

I couldn’t be more frank,

except, to fill

your eyes and ears

with loving thoughts.

If you don’t mind……

I’ll woo you……

for awhile……….

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/24/2019

 

woman1asensual

black bar3

 

 

“Nature’s Pageantry” I Write Her Weekly Haiku/ Senryu Challenge #23 June 11 2019

IWH#23June11

PBS

I Write Her Haiku/Senryu Challenge #23 June 11 2019

 

Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu

Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 6/15/19

Up to 3 pieces permitted

Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge” on your post

Always give photo credit if there is one


A woman with child

Embraced by the silken sand

Natural wonder

©J.E.Goldie June 11 2019

 


A woman with child

Embraced by the silken sand

The wonder of birth

©J.E.Goldie June 11, 2019

 


A sanctum of sand

A natural hermitage

Nature’s pageantry

©J.E.Goldie June 11 2019


 

babyholding-hands

black bar3