This was just a random pond in Edgewater, Maryland. Photographed on January 2, 2020. This is my contribution to Jez Braithwaite’s Water Water Everywhere challenge.
Here we have a nice portrait of some sunlight. I’d taken this photo with the Monday Windows challenge in mind, but I decided to use it here. I have quite a few photos waiting to enter life through that challenge, so I’m sure Ludwig won’t mind.
Here I am again with Christmas lights! I see a subliminal cat in this photograph. Underneath the red bulb, a bit of tire becomes an eye. If you can find the eye, then the rest of its features follow suit fairly quickly.
Today’s prompt, shut, is one of my favorite words in the English language. That may sound funny, but it’s true. It is a powerful word. Hence the expression, “Shut up!” Shakespeare knew what he was doing when he wrote Romeo and Juliet. In the scene where Juliet is talking to the monk, she asks him to take her confession saying, “Oh, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, come weep with me- past help, past cure, past hope.” With the help of a little iambic pentameter, “shut” becomes an emotionally charged blast on the Shakespearean stage.
Shut the door, and when thou hast done so, come weep with me- past help, past cure, past hope.
My Kingdom for an Ear
King Gargar could not help but feel ill-at-ease. He knew that everybody would be looking at him intently to see just how badly he’d been injured in battle. All the Court knew that he lost his ear. Did it mar his beauty in any way? Were there other wounds and scars that nobody had heard of yet? Ever since he returned to Catapolis, his captial, Gargar hid himself from prying eyes. Normally extremely gregarious, for weeks, he haunted his inner sanctum of bedroom, presence room and chapel.
After seeing his reflection in the mirror, GarGar ordered that all mirrors in the palace be removed, or to risk being destroyed. Whispers of strange behavior, on the part of the King, drifted through the gardens and galleries (for the nobles) and the kitchens and stables (for the servants). It was said that he’d stopped eating or sleeping, or maybe both. That he was praying excessively, holding on to his grief for his ear the way a mother does a lost child.
I’m having fun with daisies today. This is for Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge. TGIF!
Hooray! Thanks to Cee, a routine visit to the mall wasn’t a waste of time after all! I just love her Black and White challenges. I’m shy about employing the effect. So having a venue where it is required gives me a safe cop out. Dig?