Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire
Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
Red Smokey Clouds
Clouds hanging low
Red and thick
The fiery glow
Like a magical trick
The sun is setting
There is no betting
No reading between the lines
If it will rain or shine
Tomorrow
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire
Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
Fire in the Treeline
The smell of burning wood
Filling the air of the neighbourhood
Ignited by the burning sun
Fires burning until done
Nothing to be done
And nowhere to run…
“Did anyone bring the marshmallows for the roasting then?”
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire
Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
Sinking Sun
The sinking sun
Creating waves
In the horizon
If you brave
Into the water
Then a daughter
In the kingdom
Of mighty Poseidon
Will be your fortune
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire
Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
The Sky is Falling
“The sky is falling upon us…”
The peasant screamed
As he ran towards the small village
Horrified, like woken from a bad dream
Panting heavily, before the sentence he could finish
“There will be no tomorrow”
The village elder retorted
As he looked into the horizon in sorrow
But hoping for one more day to borrow
As the flaming rays of the sun
Aptly, were the smoking gun
Had painted the skies red
Scaring the villagers under their beds
Sitting on the porch
Lit by a flaming torch
Was a little girl with courage
And eating her porridge
Looking up at the sky
As an evil smile her face passed by
“Oh, you foolish elders
Looking for a coward’s shelter
It’s not the end of the world as we know it
But a nature’s game of wit
No need to go all bananas,
Just relax and try enjoying
The beautiful painting
On the sky’s canvas”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 