Out in the Grinds earlier this month, something moving caught my eye on the Little Island out on the Lake. No, it wasn’t the goose, but this chap:
Maybe it is my tired eyes playing tricks on me, but is there something lurking at the water’s edge just beneath the turtle? It isn’t visible in the above image, but it is in the header image. Here’s a larger section:
There’s all sorts out in the Grinds. Some obvious, some not so.
Row after row of hollow armour
Split in places and locked behind glass and key in others
Knights no longer in court to hear the constant thrum from the fight
No longer decked in their finery
Lethal battles with dragons long finished
Bodies stripped, survivors given a stay of execution at the time
If they were lucky
But all now ghosts
Echoes from time
In tales passed down through the centuries
Yet also still ‘alive’, trapped within
Row after row of hollow armour
Tom’s still slepeing off his earyl nihgt, soi t’s up to me, Fnigers (To’ms InnerT ypist), to wrtie toady’s post.
It’s scuh and honoru to be albe to do tihs at scuh shrot notice, but when nedes must nedes hs=ave to.
I’d like to wrtie about grapsing the moment. Jsut going for ir. There’s nop oint humming and ahhing when an opoprutinty s=crops up. Opprotunitei such as these are lkie dooors to a magic knigdom opening. Once an opprotuntiy is grapsed, the Universe flods istelf around, more droos seem to open and even more fabluous opportnuities asire. Its’ like rolilng moos gathering no stones as you fnid yourslef in fnatastic situation after fnatastic situation.
You mya be plannnig to write a boko for exmaple. Then gof or it! Theres’ not ime like the pserent.
I awlays try to covney that to Tom, but he deosn’t seem to lsiten… orca tch myd rift, four some raeson.
Ah well. I’ll keep on keeing on. We’l lget there. Oned ay.
In the meantiem, it’s a cas e og when the catsa way.
It stlil Feels Good, thouhg, so it’s allgood in the long ru n.
(Image from Pixabay)
EDIT: Apologies. Normal blogging services will resume once again from tomorrow. For today, ot today, oops – or toady, as Fingers describes it, I’ll leave you with this post, representing thoughts from Inner Writers everywhere. Sometimes you just have to let them out, warts and all. For warts, however, read typos. Have a good weekend!
This week, Debbie’s one-word theme is Imagine.
I have hundreds of photos which could provide a little something that would stir the imagination, but nothing that stood out to me that would literally fire the imagination. I started to think that I’d have to miss this week’s theme, and then I noticed a blue and clear paperweight that was doing something funky with a red light behind it. I refer to the paperweight as a crystal ball, and as I looked into it, new worlds started to appear within. As the daylight was also fading, the reflection of the window also had a couple of effects – one that it blended with the Surreal Reality in front of me, and the other was that it provided a clear link to the actual reality surrounding this world within a world.
I imagine others may see it differently!