Category: Photography

Mackenzie Littledale – Writer: On Writing – MICROFICTION Part 1 – Prison Break

Mackenzie Littledale – Writer: On Writing – MICROFICTION Part 1 – Prison Break
— Read on mackenzielittledalewrites.blogspot.com/2020/04/on-writing-microfiction-part-1-prison.html

When your photography inspires a short story with a Thelma and Louise meets Orange is the New Black feel to it..Ms. Littledale promises a continuation soon 🤗

the chase: NaProWriMo

the darlings,

those little fledglings below

how they tickle my feathers,

tame my song

as earthen creatures try to plot an escape

from my fickle fancy of chase

Today’s prompt for National Poetry Writing Month was to imagine yourself an object or animal and write from their perspective. I chose a bird, full of moxy in his morning view awaiting breakfast.

Robins are always about and often as I watch from my picture window (where I captured this image) I see personalities flutter about. Some brazen, some bossy, some blending in with the leaves. Others all business while fledglings at heart give way to wing spirited games.

wisteria:haiku

raindrops from the moon

adorning the old oak tree

violet dreams weeping

I wait for this beauty to bloom each spring and as the years grow, she becomes more and more breathtaking. Wisteria, with its striking scents of honey and vanilla (at least those are the notes I pick up), symbolizes new life, love, sensuality and expanding consciousness.

For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.

 

-just breathe-

blank slate: NaPoWriMo

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

where barefoot runners got tangled up in bee parades

and crepe myrtle breezes stole the show

giggling sprites in the night carrying dreams, in softest blushed glow

where farmlands had peas to be shucked

and corn stalks reached for the sky

running through the rows, chasing birds knowing she too could fly

the stages, the ages of her wild

where blooms now carelessly blow

across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow

now gone, now quiet, stolen by careless flames

she goes back to listen, to quietly reminisce

to ghosts of a childhood, those small moments of bliss

For NaPoWriMo month where the prompt given was to create a poem with a specific place in mind, incorporating concrete details like street names, distances, types of flowers, trees etc.

I chose my childhood home that was taken by a fire. The image i captured is how the empty lot stands today. Thank you for visiting and reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

bare

 

the

simplicity

of

a

bare

shoulder

and

every

silent

invitation

that

unfolds

 

because trees shall always feed my imagination, much like cloud surfing, i find images and faces within them. as if their soul is coming out in slow doses to say hello. when i came upon this image it instantly called to my sensual side with its curves sloping and embracing one another. the words followed…

desire: a haiku

every desire

drifts in the age of the trees

where my secrets keep

When one loves trees as much as me, going to a tree arboretum is definitely like stepping into an enchanted kingdom. These images were captured at Maymont Park in Richmond, Virginia. The park is home to many exotic and native trees which quite frankly will take your breath away if you’re a tree hugger (literally) like me.

At the age of 44, I proved after leaving here that I could still climb a tree as their ancient branches called to my inner child. I will undoubtedly be returning to capture the changes in these majestic giants and this stunning park through the seasons. Thank you for visiting and if you’d like to see more of the images I captured at Maymont, please visit my Instagram here

photography-chipping sparrow and cherry blossoms

those brief moments

when the breaths of life converse

upon a branch and wing

its not often i fan girl over my own images but this one, sigh….i absolutely adore. the poetry in this image alone humbles me. i followed this little guy around from cherry tree to cherry tree as he was singing to his friends. thank you for viewing and for more of my bird photography you can visit my instagram here

-just breathe-

bronzed

conversing with the quill

stroking these bronzed verses in me

lingering…..

….longing

this historic inkwell of dreams

claiming the parchment

captured this on a walk through historic Williamsburg, Virginia…quills are always captivating to me and this bronzed one, honoring a founding father, proved no different. for more of my photography you can visit my instagram here

-just breathe-