Through the mist…

I woke up on Tuesday morning to find my village swathed in a blanket of mist, and, recalling that one of the picoftheweek2019 prompts for the Photo Challenge hosted by Of Maria Antonia is mist / clouds, I waited for it to get light enough and then duly went outside, camera in hand to try and capture the ethereal veil…

A note about my responses for the challenge: The photos I post will be a mix of old and new.  I’ve taken so many photos over the years, it will be nice to give a handful of them a purpose, but I also look forward to taking my camera out and snapping new ones too.

I’m quite pleased with this photo. You can see the mist, though it’s not come out as dense as it was in reality, but there are other things that draw the eye too.  In the foreground there are the branches of a wild / dog rose, with a numbered of withered dark red rosehips still clinging on, whilst on the left and further away from the camera are the branches of a crab apple, on which you can just make out silver jewel-like dewdrops. (Just a little further left and out of shot, a blue tit was singing merrily – I did manage to get a photo and will share it here in due course, if I can find a prompt that works with it) And finally, that thick layer of moss carpeting the roof looks soft enough to sit on.  If it wasn’t such a dreary-looking snap, I would say everything about it was magical…

Week 5 – Mist / Clouds

Taken: February 2019

 

Excavating the Archives At Midwinter

I’ve been looking through the archives to find something wintry to repost to mark Midwinter, and I’ve noticed that I really love to write about this season, meaning there was a lot to choose from.  Here are some of my favourites…

Midwinter – A Poem

Today is the shortest day

Tonight the longest night

Tomorrow’s sunrise the turning point

That marks the returning light

*

In the very heart of winter

There’s a special vigil to keep

As we wait patiently in the dark

For the sun to wake from sleep

*

Soon the world will be brighter

It will be the darkness’ turn to wane

It won’t be long until spring is here

When The Wheel will turn again

(from 21 Decemeber 2017)

 

Winter Morning (a haiku)

A frosty breath mists

Words frozen, left unspoken

Cold winter morning

(from 28 November 2017)

Silver Frost

Breath mists in frigid air

Cold hands, warm heart

Wintry kisses melt icy lips

Beneath mistletoe boughs

In silver frost.

(from 13 December 2018)

 

If you’re looking for more winter-themed reading, why not check out:

  • Winter Magic / Winter Wishes – a couple of anthologies filled to the brim with all sorts of wintry goodness from writers around the world.  Both are free to read via Wattpad.
  • Jingle Spells – an anthology of winter, witches and the paranormal, from CyberWitch Press.  My short story, A Midwinter Manifestation, can be found in it.  Free to download a digital copy from most, if not all, online retailers.
  • O Horrid Night – another winter-themed anthology, this time from FunDead Publications.  This one is more gothic and ghostly in theme / style.  Not free to read, but a great addition to any bookshelf.  Can be found on Amazon.  My short story, A Midwinter Haunting was included in it.
  • I would add One Turn of The Wheel to this list of recommendations, as it has a chapter dedicated to Winter, but as it’s only available in print, it will probably be the new year before it arrives from Lulu.

Midwinter – a poem

Today is the shortest day

Tonight the longest night

Tomorrow’s sunrise the turning point

That marks the returning light

*

In the very heart of winter

There’s a special vigil to keep

As we wait patiently in the dark

For the sun to wake from sleep

*

Soon the world will be brighter

It will be the darkness’ turn to wane

It won’t be long until spring is here

When The Wheel will turn again

Winter Morning (haiku)

I’m still lagging behind blogging-wise after completing NaNoWriMo, but I spotted this week’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge hosted by Kiwinana over at Ramblings of a Writer, and decided to write a haiku. (I know.  It’s been one of those kind of days…perhaps I will get around to writing a tanka for this prompt later in the week…) The words for Week 73 are “mornings” and “winter”.


A frosty breath mists

Words frozen, left unspoken

Cold winter morning

 

Heart of Winter

I long for the cold

For frozen landscapes

And air like ice

When hidden in the forest

Is a bower of frost

Where a princess sleeps

On a evergreen bed

Dreaming in the

Heart of Winter


Written for Day 3 of A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017Write a poem in less than 10 lines on the theme of winter.

The Legend of Fire and Ice

One of the reasons I like to submit to anthologies is that it gives me an excuse (as if I need one) to write something based on a story I’ve already written.  It might be a return to a character I’ve already met or a place I’ve already been but it allows me to explore an aspect of it in a different way…

And that’s what I did when I came across the call for submissions “Winter’s Grasp”, an anthology released by Fantasia Divinity.  I had already had a story accepted for an earlier anthology from this small publisher, which is set for release in March 2017, and so I knew that they were great to work with.  This was an opportunity I didn’t want to miss…

winters-grasp

The Legend of Fire and Ice

Winter lives in a northern land of snow and ice and frost, and as such she is cold and aloof.  But when Summer, who comes from a warm country far to the south, decides to explore the lands to the north, their meeting will have lasting consequences that no-one could foresee…

This tale is a creation myth that attempts to explain away the seasons in a fantasy world.

A big thanks go to Madeline L. Stout for including my story.  When my copy arrives I’ll be sure to post a few snaps of the beautiful book…

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