Gervic in Wonderland

[C-1] Looking Glass Insects :: A Game of Chess

C. Looking Glass Insects
A Game of Chess

White pawn 2nd row/rank - visit "Activities @ Writing.Com" and select another activity to be a part of. Post link and entry to that activity. White Queen pawn 4th row/rank - visit "Writing Contests @ Writing.Com" and select a contest to be a part of. Post link and entry to that activity.

For an Activity, I've chosen

The Contest Challenge  [13+] #2109126 Join by entering a contest a month for 12 months--Win Badges! Catching up is allowed! by Schnujo's NOT Doing NaNoWriMo

...and here's my post "Out of The Fog Contest--August 2023"  .
I submitted an entry to "Out of The Fog Contest-Opens Dec. '24!"  entitled I Dreamt Of Flood

My feet still trod those high school halls, where laughter used to ring,
But now a phantom flood held echoes of disquieting.
The waters churned, a swirling, gray unrest,
And in my rising panic, father's hand upon my chest.

"The river's rage has blocked our usual track," he said so low,
His weathered eyes reflecting back the worry I did show.
So off we turned, into a mist-laced world unknown,
Where paths seemed lost, and fear began to deeply sown.

Then came the dragonflies – not gentle wisps of summer's day,
But beasts with monstrous, iridescent wings that slashed our way.
Their eyes, like ancient jewels, held a predatory gleam,
And terror fueled our footsteps in that wild, unsettling dream.

With pounding hearts, we scrambled up a mountain, steep and bare,
Father called out, "Flying lemurs make their murky lairs up there!"
The thought was strange, almost absurd, amidst the rising dread,
And then he chuckled, "Legend says their droppings taste like bread!"

A fleeting smile amidst the storm, a spark of father's might,
Then onward, cresting with the dawn's revealing, hopeful light.
Below, not home, but something grander, bathed in golden hue,
An island mansion, rising from a sea of deepest blue.

The dream then faded, like a wisp of smoke upon the air,
Leaving questions in its wake, and echoes of a journey rare.
A flood, a father's guiding hand, and creatures fantastical and bold,
Are proofs to dreamscapes where the wildest tales unfold.

For the Writing Contest, I've chosen

SENIOR CENTER FORUM  [ASR] #427318 The Place for Seniors! by Kit

...and here's my post "Love's Enduring Light - March 2024"  
My item is entitled Love's Enduring Light

Hands once strong, now etched with time,
Faces lined, where smiles still climb.
Eyes that held a youthful gleam,
Now softly hold a weathered dream.

Voices hushed, where laughter rang,
Their whispered words like birdsong sang.
The steps that carried worlds so wide,
Now gently pace with softened stride.

The hearts that beat with love so bright,
Hold tender years in fading light.
Their strength a beacon, brave and bold,
A legacy in stories to be told.

To you, my parents, old and dear,
Your love transcends each fleeting year.
The roots you planted, deep and true,
Within my soul forever grew.

Let me hold the hands that guided mine,
And honor the love that made me shine.
For in your age, a beauty lies,
Reflected in my grateful eyes.

GERVIC
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