Wednesday Short Story Prompt #22 – Mysterious Island

For Lilith at WDBWP write about a mysterious island that just happens to pop up near your coast line.   As some of you may know, I live near the largest lake in Europe, Lake Garda…so I’ll imagine an island popping up there! (It’ll have to be smallish though).

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We awoke that morning as the earth shook with a roar.  The wind chimes began to tinkle without any wind and every dog in the neighborhood began to howl.  A few cracks appeared in the plaster-work and a couple of pictures fell off the wall, fortunately that was all the damage my house suffered.

Turning on the radio later that morning, the news was on every station, even those that usually had nothing to say in the way of current events. Seems that in the middle of Lake Garda, not far from Riva, an island had mysteriously appeared.

I decided to go have a look for myself.  I jumped on my moped and off I sped, my good old trusty camera in my purse.

It seemed I wasn’t the only curious Polly to want to get a look at the newest feature of our Lake and I was lucky I’d decided to take my moped or I probably wouldn’t have been able to get to the lake before evening.  Even so, I had to park about a kilometer away and walk to the lake itself.

All the entrances to the lake front were closed off.  Carabinieri and local policemen were stationed to make sure no one got near.  I decided to call my friend, the director of Hotel Du Lac a lakefront hotel, to see if he wouldn’t let me go into the hotel’s garden.  He was very excited and said: “Sure, you’ve got to see this!”

Ten minutes later, I arrived and the guard let me through.  I went to Luigi’s office and he invited me up to his penthouse terrace, since the garden was too full of tourists.

The sight I saw justified a lot of the hullabaloo.  There not 500 meters from the shore was a tiny island, which I’d expected.  What I hadn’t expected was a white marble shrine, muddied yes, but you could still see that it was perfectly white.  In the middle of the shrine, there was a statue of a mermaid!

I began putting my zoom lens on my Canon.  Then, the floor started to tremble, a rumble of moving earth roared in my ears.  We started running for the stairs as the overhead lamps danced tingling crazily.  People were shouting everywhere, the whole place was in a state of chaos! The earthquake seemed to go on forever and it also seemed a lot worse than in the early morning.  Finally, the earth stopped moving the rumbling stopped.

Everyone was out in the middle of the street by now, and it really was a miracle that there seemed to be so little damage done!  Unfortunately though, the island had been sucked back into the lake.

 (I’m terribly sorry this is so late dear Lilith, and I would have liked to work more on it…)

Fibonacci: Duck’s Regata

From WDBWP: Prompt: Using the Fibonacci form, write a poem about what Nature means to You.  For you artists out there, feel free to elaborate with a work of art. Using:

1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13

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Duck's Regata

Fibonacci

Duck’s Regatta

Ducks!
Regatta!
They compete
For their place.
The prize, more food, space
They dance upon the autumn lake so elegantly,
Whilst men’s sails skim along horizons, ignoring their homage, imitating nature.

Weekly Photo Challenge: An Unusual Point of View (4)

This will be the last Photographic Post on Bastet and Sekhmet, because now I have created a new Photographic Blog!  It’s called: Through the Eye of Bastet!  The URL is http://bastet1952.wordpress.com and I hope to see you there!

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge:  challenge yourself to rethink your ideas about what subjects are appropriate, and then challenge yourself again to find an unusual perspective on your subject.

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For today’s last effort, I’ve decided once again to look at Lake Garda.

Canal

I liked this softened photo of a ferry boat coming into port as seen from the Fortress’ moat bridge looking along the canal.

lake and bush

Here is a close-up of a bush with the lake and mountains in the back-ground, I liked the sailboat in the distance.

Have a great week, until next challenge, ciao!

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Photography: The Fortress Park – Riva del Garda, Italy

Riva from the Fortress Park

Riva from the Fortress Park

I’ve taken you to and around the Riva’s Fortress, also known as La Rocca, in the past.  Today I just thought I’ve give you a look at the Fortress Park.  Once you’ve crossed the moat, you turn right and you have a beautiful view of Riva’s port, the piazza going towards the “old port”, where the ferry boats are docked and of course the lake.

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Haiku

serenity

walking in the park
trees rustling, breeze calming
anxieties flee

Thanks for taking this brief walk with me.  Have a nice day.

Poem: The Storm

lake colorsFree Verse

The Storm

We watched the lightning

flash in the mountains

silent not a sound

the moon hidden by rain clouds

shone through with eerie light

waves began to roar

as the wind whipped our faces

yet we tarried on

enjoying our warmth

the memory of the sea.

The moon broke away from the clouds

and shone down upon us,

onto the lake,

we thought

the storm had passed us by

when

a flash lit the night sky

with a booming voice!

We hurried away

not wishing

to

get wet

little did we know

we’d watched the storm

filling our house with rain.