7:58 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Harry Belafonte singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Hello, all. Snow’s a’ comin’. Start replenishing the just in case closet. Then settle in with a prompt, or two. This is our image day and I am going to pull a Magpie and see what happens with no guidance. I was working on what to say with each of these two images when I realised I wanted to see what you did with them on your own.
This first was found by my California brother. You’ll need to study it a bit.
In case that one leaves you flummoxed poem-wise:
Off you go. I shall be leaving for my Florida brother’s tomorrow (road trip!), so may not get to your poems until early next week. A lot depends on my tablet, and whether I am busy eating. Many of you may say the same about posting, so don’t worry about pulling in later than usual.
Remember: Wordgathering is dark Thursday and Friday. I shall see you again next Tuesday for a prompt, possibly to do with death. I have to dig out my notes (don’t worry, I’ll write it so you can be as distanced or as close as you wish).
Happy writing, everyone, and Happy Thanksgiving, whether or not you celebrate it. I am more thankful to all of you than I can say.