The Lure of Lorelei - Magpie Tale #272

photo by Toni Frissell 

Dangerously seductive

Songstress of sin

Beguilingly beautiful 

She lures then in

With hair like an angel

Her skin pearly white

Her smile like a diamond

And a gaze you can't fight

Steadfastly waiting

For her victim to chance

Pristine waters surround her

She sings to entrance

Men....

 Beware the Lure of Lorelei

Cover your ears to her song

If she leads you to the water

It will mean your " Big So Long"

"Come to the water. 

 Come here to me. 

 Let me cleanse away your worry. 

 Let me set you free."

Written by KMF

Picture provided by Tess @ Magpie Tales

Back to Me - Mapie Tale # 262

Sometimes it comes
That big black dog
Like an ominous storm cloud
Causing a fog

It's a pessimistic mongrel
In relentless pursuit
Eating all my 'Happy'
Leaving my thoughts in dispute

When I feel it's presence
I know what I must do
I run off to the country
To escape the dogs hoodoo

Luscious green walls hug me
Fertile soil beneath my feet
Fresh air brings life into my lungs
And I feel myself replete

Mother nature is my medicine
Nothing soothes me more than she
She reaches in and heals my soul
And brings me back to me

Written by KMF

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess @ Magpie Tales

Friday 55 - Say No!

If you see it happen

Don't stand there looking on

If you see it happen

Help until they're gone

If you see it happen

Give a helping hand

If you see it happen

Assist & make a stand

If you see it happen

Tell'em what they're doings wrong

If you see it happen

Tell'em bullying's not on!!

By KMF

Written for Flash Friday 55 

Hosted by G-Man

@ Mr Knowitall

Feathered Frenzy! The Mag # 197

It was a warm day in December

That we set out for a drive

Finally stopping at Hastings Point

For a pit stop and take five

The view from the point was priceless

The sea rolled on and on

Just staring out into the blue

Saw all my worries gone

The seagulls flocked by hundreds

They were cawing, ravenous beasts

Don't know why I packed sandwiches

Because they became the seagulls feast

So competitive by nature

First in meant first served

Those cheeky winged creatures

Were in no way unreserved

By KMF

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess @ The Mag

Angel de la muerte! The Mag # 196

I hear their thoughts....
"Is she of darkness or divinity?"


They don't see me for who I am.

Tarnished with a blackened brush, I may not sparkle and shimmer like the others do. This is where appearances can be deceiving!!

With my reassuring eyes, my gentle touch I will come to you.

Your pain will melt into non-existence, even the memory of it will disappear

Without words I will speak to your heart & awaken your soul.

There will be.....
  No doubt!
No fear!

I will enfold you in my velvet feathered wings and carry you home.

Written by KMF


Inspired by picture prompt provided by Tess @ The Mag

Autumn Love! The Mag #195

 

 Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent

She felt a little less pain & a little less depressed out here on the river. Being here helped her mind to relax; to remain in the moment. For the first time she wasn't thinking about how terrible she'd been feeling, nor about how long it was going to take to recuperate. Her only wish was that she could sit up. She was still much too weak to do that, it hadn't been that long since she'd had her surgery.

Her husband was a devoted, loving man & he didn't want her special day to pass without celebrating her beautiful, wonderful life. She meant the whole world to him.

She lay back against the feathered down quilt that he had so lovingly prepared for her and he propped her up with a pillow. He kissed her softly in the middle of her forehead and said, "This is your day my love & I want you to relax and enjoy each and every second of it"

Autumn was her favourite time of the year, especially out on the river and he knew that.

The river banks were lined with tall golden trees, she could see them extending their branches upward toward the sky like arms reaching up to the sun. The crisp, amber leaves were fluttering down gently; some landing upon the water, others falling into the boat around her one even landing to kiss her face. Being able to feel the crunchiness of the leaves, made this time all the more special.

They drifted out further to the lake. Big white billowy clouds were drifting above her & boy she loved watching the clouds. She invited her husband to lay down beside her to play the cloud guessing game. He joined her, snuggling under the blanket and it didn't take long before they were both lost in the sky, which is just what he had planned. Today she was thinking of nothing but now!

Picture prompt provided by Tess @ The Mag

The Letter - The Mag # 194

 

19th November, 2013

23 Love street,
Blueberry Hill
2013


Para Mi Amor,

As I sit here thinking about letters and love in a concerted effort to write something for The Mag, my mind turns to you. And really, why wouldn't it?? I've loved you for the longest time, so long that I can't remember life without you. I remember the letters I wrote to you in my teens, when love was new and uncharted for us both and I realise that my feelings for you have never faltered. In fact they have intensified and grown with each passing year. You make my world a better place! 

I want you to know your devotion, your love, your passion for life, your dedication to me and our children will forever and always be cherished and never, ever taken for granted.

I know at times we may not always see eye to eye but that just adds spice to life. It's quite okay that we don't always agree because you know that I'm always right anyhow. (smiling cheekily right here)

No seriously, I can't remember any problem ever being so huge that we've not been able to work through it together, somehow!

When I think back to the old school yard, I now know that I was probably one of the luckiest girls to get hit in the head with a stray (or possibly not so stray) basketball. You quite literally whacked me into love with you. ( You clever boy you!) Then you sly old dog cemented the deal when you snuck me a little wayward kiss on the dance floor at the high school disco when I least expected it.

You had me figured out didn't you??  And you were right ... I like things in balance! It can't be all sugar... you gotta leave a bit of room for spice!!

I will love you forever & always,

Katherine xxx

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess @ The Mag

Music Box Dancer - Mag #193

 

 

Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas

 

 

Sparkling

Floating

She elegantly glides 

On pink satin slippers

She delicately slides

Pirouetting princess

Dressed in sequins & pearls

I listen and watch as you gracefully twirl

 

You tirelessly dance to celestial tunes

 

My jewel of grace

 

My ballerina

 

My beautiful music box dancer

 

By KMF

 

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess @ The Mag

 

 

Family Reunion : Mag#192

 

 Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, Sir Stanley Spencer

There will be singing

There will be dancing

Waiting for you at the pearly gates

Earthen forms shall return in a union of familial souls in this spiritual realm

Fear not you of pure and happy thoughts

Your well lived life shall be rewarded with untold glory

You will be filled with light and laughter 

It will be one helluva family reunion! 

By KMF

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess at The Mag

The Garden - The Mag # 191

 le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst

Zephyrus the messenger of spring blows gentle

Breathing life into the land

Rest your eyes upon her beauty

Notice the curves, those sensual points of inflection

Feel her godly perfection

Behold her succulent, fertile garden

Taste the lusciousness of her fruits and inhale her perfume

Restore your senses and spend some time with her

She has so much to give

Enjoy the pleasures of your garden.

By KMF

Inspired by picture prompt provided by Tess @ The Mag

Tick - Tock .... The Mag # 189

Tick

Tock

Your five. Time is only a word. You measure time by when the sun comes up and goes down. By when you're parents come home from work. By breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's easy!

Tick

Tock

You're 15. You want to be 20. Time is a pain in the butt because you just aren't quite old enough to be totally independent. You're life is full of possibilities and dreams and you want to start, yesterday. Nothing happens fast enough. You're still having to ask permission to do this and that. You're caught in the in-between (childhood & adulthood) and time is holding you back.

Tick

Tock

You're 25. You've found love. You've married and had children. You're working hard to make a living and you're wearing a multiplicity of hats. There is just sooooo much to do. It's still good though and you're really too busy to worry about time.

Tick

Tock

You're 35. Time is marching on. You stop one day and you notice your children are almost grown. You say to yourself, " I can't believe it. Where did the time go?"

Tick

Tock

You're 45 and your children have finished school, they may have even left the nest. You have an  epiphany and realise you're getting older & there is little you can do to slow time down. Time feels elusive. You begin chasing the years of your life.  There is still so much to do.

Tick

Tock

Now you're 60. You've past the halfway mark. You see the marks of time etched in your skin and settling in your joints. Time has robbed you're youth but time has also given you wisdom. You learn a new appreciation for time and use it wisely.

Tick 

Tock

Your 95. You sit alone. You reminisce on times gone by and you wish with your heart of hearts to steal some time back. You think to yourself how lovely it would be to be 15 again!

"Time stands still for no one!"

Ispired by picture prompt from Tess @ The Mag.

No Goodbye Today! ..... The Mag #188

She had built her life around this man. Life had been so good for so long that nothing could have prepared her for what lay ahead. Her husband was a strong, hardworking & loving man. She adored him with every fiber of her being. With faultless fortitude he never, ever gave up. He fought a brave and valiant fight, right to the very end.

The once green pastures had long dried up, leaving a sea of brown, colourless desert grass growing in its place. The lifeless remnants of once abundant crops were a stark reminder of what once was. 

As she stood at the foot of the hill, looking up the sandstone path toward the house she recalled the day a messenger on horseback arrived at the house.There was a fire and they needed more manpower. Of course she knew he would go, he would never had said no to others in need.  She traced her fingers across her cheek as she remembered the tenderness of her husbands lips on her cheek. She felt a real emptiness inside when she recalled him waving goodbye just before disappearing from sight. He had gone to fight fires many times before and had always returned but this time he didn't. This harsh and unforgiving land had given so much to her but it had also taken so much away.

Today she would say goodbye to this place. She looked up toward the sky and felt a cruel irony when she noticed dark gloomy rain clouds looming overhead.  A tear rolled down her cheek and as she wiped it away a solitary raindrop fell and kissed her cheek, in the same spot her husband had kissed her that last day. In that moment a warmth welled within her. She felt comforted and at peace. She could feel him near.

 She thought, "There will be no goodbye today!"

Inspired by picture prompt from Tess @ The Mag

Into the Light - The Mag #187

Into the Light

Bright ... Brilliant ...Bedazzling Light!

You invite me to you

You draw me in

Casting upon me a luminary spell I just can't resist

Enchanted and bewitched by your alluring beauty

I go to you

You are a celestial paradise in a darkened world

Your irresistible invitation could very well be my demise

Inspired by picture prompt provided by Tess @ The Mag

Forest Queen - The Mag 184

Artwork by Jeanie Tomanek 

Forest Queen

No one would believe me

 If I told them what I saw

When looking out the window

 Of The Hotel Shandelore

I once read of such beings

And I doubted they'd exist

But there she was before me

In a tree at early morning mist

Her name is Oriana

She is the Forest Queen

A guardian of the forest

A benevolent, celestial being

Some call her the tree angel

Minding creatures big and small

Guiding and protecting

For the good of one and all

By KMF

Picture prompt provided by The Mag

Spellbound!

By Katherine Fredes

The above picture I drew myself. It was my first attempt at sketching for many years. I thoroughly enjoyed myself doing it though. It was so relaxing, so therapeutic!


Spellbound

Can you recall the first time

Your first brush with desire

The teasing burn beneath your skin

That made you feel on fire

The ravenous beast that dwelled within

Of wanting, wistful lust

Impatiently longing for the time

When the smoldering could combust

Along then comes that moment

When the longing days are done

The pining turns to pleasure

When two become just one

A sensual explosion

Of bodies falling in

Exploring & delighting 

In the pleasures of the skin

Delightfully held spellbound

That such pleasure can exist

That once your done you can't wait

Till your next love making tryst!

By KMF

Springtime Dreams - Mag #164

Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 

Inspired by picture prompt from THE MAG

Springtime Dreams

Her thoughts floated away on the springtime breeze

The imagery in her head was alluring and addictive

He was the object of her affection, yet he knew nothing of her feelings for him

So preoccupied in thought was she that she failed to notice his attentive gaze upon her

With her eyes cast toward the azure skies, his eyes were drawn to her beautiful & flawless skin

His mind was a torrent, overflowing with lustful thoughts about her

Thoughts about what it would be like to be with her; really be with her

To feel her soft gentle hands upon his skin

He wondered what it would feel like to hold her against him

To envelop her in his arms and move with her in the art of love

All it would take, was for him to reach out

To pull her to him and take the chance

Then all her dreams & fantasies would come true.

By KMF

An Empyrean Wonderland - The Mag #163

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

An Empyrean Wonderland

I wonder if you are aware of this disturbance you cause

You stand there before me with such bountiful beauty

My eyes follow your curves and you provoke an invasion of lustrous thought 

You awaken a desire in me that is both dangerous and exhilarating

You're body is intricate by design

A masterpiece

A feast for the eyes

Your siren-like beauty is beguiling and seductive 

You incite a wanting in me that causes me to ache inside

With my minds eye, I make love to you

I feel the velvety warmth of your body under mine

I breath you in, stealing your scent 

My lips, my tongue trace the salty curves of your heavenly body

And I want you now more than ever

You are woman!

An Empyrean Wonderland

and

In you I could be lost forever

Written by KMF

(Inspired by picture prompt from The Mag)

Safe & Sound - Mag #162

 Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka

These mud brick walls are safe and sound,

innocuous & blessed.

 The world outsides a tumultuous realm,

of disorder and unrest.

Sometimes I see the wonderment,

of the beautiful world outside

Other times I see the ugliness,

And I want to stay and hide

The path to good or evil,

Can be a slippery slope

It's best to make good choices,

And live with love and hope.

With hope that things get better

The hope that war will end

That people will help eachother

That foes will become friends

 Written by KMF

Inspired by picture prompt provided by

Magpie Tales

The Ruse - Magpie Tales

Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte

Here I stand before you

And there you stand behind

I can't be sure I know you

In someway I am blind

Is it possible that you are me

Is it possible that I'm you

This fracture in reflection

Is a splitting of us two

One in the same

Yet divided as well

A reflection of self

That is hard to dispel

This mirror of deception

Projecting images that confuse

Is it deceit or is it protection

Whats the reason for this ruse?

Written by K.M.F

Inspired by picture prompt provided by

Magpie Tales

Body Sock Therapy - Mapie Tales #151

Calming like the "Tellington Touch"

This woollen garment soothes you so

 The carefully woven threads of wool

Feel soft and warm you know

It looks and odd creation

But it's effects are quite unreal

 Just slip inside when you're feeling low

And anxiety will be healed

Just like a newborn babies soothed

Whilst wrapped in swaddling cloth

 And how a caterpillar transforms safely

Whilst cocooned becomes a moth

This really isn't fashion faux pas

But rather a therapy of sorts

Just buy and try this unique body sock

It comes colours teal and rose quartz

Written by KMF

Inspired by photo prompt @

Magpie Tales