Blame the Blue Night (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

Blue nights laced with clouds

Raising fullest sheer moon

Heaven and magic woven for swoon

And I, fool at romance, tossed hat

Crazily high…caught up, lost all reason…

Mind scattered ‘mid layers of changeable sky.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Waters of Grace (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s photo


Carry me to violet place where

Lavender mist lifts, perfumes air

Barely a ripple imprints thoughts…

Tranquility disperses cares.

Love holy, Spirit, sojourns here

Bids weary restless hearts draw near.

Meet me, shepherds, sinners make haste…

We’ll bathe, be restored in limpid waters of grace.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Portcullis of Peace (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Invitation #writephoto

Coming upon the entrance, I nearly wept.

Breathing became less constricted, peace

Settling upon and lifting my shoulders.

I’d feared never to reach such a place

Yearned so long for sanctuary.

The trees were idyllically still, as

Though even birds were resting.

I didn’t know what was next, what

Specifically I’d find inside the gates…

But it had to be more wonderful in its

Cloistered calm than prior arduous

Decades…making my way through

Tortuous labyrinth of dreaded demands

Soul-suffocating compromises—never

Measuring up to expectations; and

Murky secrets lurking behind eyes which

Held no luster, affection…only lies, wariness.

Childhood should be a nest of nurturing

A glad time—not an unscripted madness

Coolly denied, if one is fool enough to

Ask steely penetrating questions.

Here, remnants of insanity would

Slide away, a mist…reveal untapped

Imagination, bear vibrant results.

If there were ghosts, they’d be benign

Announced by wind chimes, angelic

Beings assigned to guard sleeping

And waking…as words danced with ideas

A magical choreography, the patterns then

Woven in rich-flossed tapestries of tales.

Surely here, rain dripped tenderness upon

Flourishing gardens’ fragrant flowers…

And seasons would fall gracefully

Onto calendar pages held kindly

In God’s Sovereign hand…for

His covenant blessings come late

To some—delayed, not denied—

Fulfilling faithful hearts’ longing.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.