Wordless Sunday ~ Week 2 ~ Hidden Voices

Hi all,

It's Sunday which means it's "Wordless Sunday" time.

I first looked at the prompt from *Pixies Musings* and thought - "How can I write something about that?" so I admit, I walked away pretty peeved that I couldn't stick this challenge through.

at 21:00 (approx 5 minutes ago) I re-found the picture and made it speak to me. For my writing University course we have been told to write from an objects voice... How do I know what an object would say?

Well, this is what I think this building would say.

Hidden Voices

The view of me is protected

Only I can see out there

Surrounded all in hues of blue

Stones aged with wisdom of greying hair

Twists and turns testing my spine

Hidden eyes all on you

You think you see me

When it is I that sees you

Ledges smooth to touch

If only the terror seen was visible to you

Voices say I’m pretty, equisite, even raw

Yet history unknown would shock you

The voices belong to minds

Who stand to look and stare

Some are willing, others forced

Yet opinions are shared with me without a care

Mosaic inspired from country afar

Invaders are not welcome here

Serpents’ teeth stand to attention

My mask of pretty is something to fear

By Aurora Brierley, 19/2/2012

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Wordless Sunday ~ Week 1

Merry Meet,

My lovely sister is running her "Wordless Sundays" again on her blog where she posts a picture and we write about whatever springs to mind for this piece. You can view and take part by looking at her blog Pixie's Musings and then linking back to your blog on her comments with your post.

Well as I am needing practice with my poetry for a University Assignment due 23rd February, I thought I'd try to write a poem about this picture.

The Jewelled City

Sunrise and Sky blend as one

Tiny jewels gelled together

Wonderment and Magick - those moments are gone

Magic Carpet hues blending with a feather.

Candy canes and sugar lumps

lay the pathway of the walls

Elegance and Posture rule as opposed to frumps

Dreams of girls finding love at galant balls.

A journey not to be forgotten

feelings and moments captured on frame

to flick through later when feeling rock bottom

re-inspiring you and raising your game.

The heirloom jewels seen many a day

stubborn and secure - refusing to move

Guarding and guiding the City's historical bay

Those Jewels of Mosiac, with their history have nothing to prove.

© Aurora Brierley 12/02/2012

I'd love to know what you guys and gals think? Poetry is not my strength but I am trying to improve as I do like writing poetry. I find it a quick way for me to get my ideas out from start to finish without waiting as I am terrible with *patience*

Im not bowled over by this piece... just for the record. :/

Blessed Be xx

  


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