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Old Oak Tree


Written for Daily Prompt: Circle

At the feet of the old oak tree, we danced round and round with abandon. Our circle was charged with reverence honoring our tree’s fidelity.

This mighty oak provided countless quiet shelter right there under its expanding arms. The old oak soaked all our utmost secrets which we related to him in this quiet solitude of its shadow.

Our old friend always rejoiced with the approaching laughter of excited little children. Children would caress its core as a dear child clings to a mother.

Today, a fierce storm passed through our field breaking our ancient oak in half.  It succumbed mercilessly falling noisily to the ground.

Once again we gathered our circle, hand in hand at the fallen feet of  our nature guru. We offered humble praise for his life.

With hope in our hearts new circles will be born, the old oak’s seeds will bring new tender shoots.  In the field children will discover standing little oaks.

The undying circle of nature will come to be through mother nature’s undenying rejuvenation.

The circle of life will be shared through kind spirit generations.

Hélène Vaillant© September 30, 2017





Under the Apple Tree by Aimo Katajainen
GINA Gallery of International Naive Art


There, in the shadow
of the old apple tree
you courted me,
claiming your ardent
love and fidelity;
though I resisted
hard and long your
advances, on this day
I surrendered to you.

Hélène Vaillant©

(and we lived happily ever after….hahahaha) just made up this one for today’s:

Daily Prompt : Resist

On The Border Of

Daily Prompt:  Border

Her eyes were manic.

She looked like a lunatic.

She bordered on the edge of the cliff,

Ready to jump, she held herself very stiff.

If anyone approached the circle that she had drawn in front of her, she threatened to lift off the edge and fly like a bird.

“What concoction had she been consuming all afternoon”?, asked the police to her husband.  The husband was completely lost. His wife had never taken drugs, alcohol, medication or anything of the sort.

A few minutes passed when he remembered his lab specimen in the refrigerator.  He had forgotten to retrieve it before leaving for work that morning. The specimen looked precisely the same as the healthy non-alcoholic drink he mixes for them on warm summer days when they sunbathe by the pool.

Just when he was about to say something to the police, he saw his wife stretching her arms like a bird and jumping off the cliff. She glided for a few seconds then quickly disappeared from his sight.

And so ends the tragic story of lab specimens left in home refrigerators…

A little humour for the Daily Prompt:  Border

My imagination is what it is today ….weird…

Do I dare put my name to this:

Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories


Old Tree



Old Tree

Still standing in the old meadow by the stream
Seems like most of me has lost the breath
Though I still feel it coursing through my core
My arms are dropping, cracking
At the slightest breeze
Buds are drying up before blooming
The few that had made it to leaves
They are now shredding downward to earth.

The good old farmer that always revered me
Today is advancing with a sharp instrument
Which looks to be something aiming at me
Oh,the noise it makes stops my breath at the roots
On and on goes the sounds that painfully cut at my form.
I am becoming a stump of what I used to be
I cannot show a pretense, or facade
Since I am no more than a mere neat pile
All cut up and carried into the back of a vehicle.

Here I stand,
Alone, abandoned
My old self is now but a raw stump
My breath tries to resume its course
I must show strength and endurance
But too soon I cannot hold on anymore
Surrendering myself into the care of Mother Earth.

Hélène Vaillant ©Poetry



( daily prompt: unfinished)

How is one to know when we have grown apart?

When the bell tolls,

It no longer ends on a chime, but a long dull resonance.


Seated side by side,

Our furry friends on each our side

Sophie and Pooch cuddled close,

We shared our truths.


Awaiting your arrival was not my strongest trait.

Minutes and seconds were dire moments of trust.

Pooch would be the first to announce your arrival.

Sophie kept secured, her niche on the sofa.

If we bypassed the sofa for the cozy nook,

Sophie would jump first to steal the spot.


One day you left.

No words spoken.

You never came back

Leaving me to grieve

Unfinished words, a silent dread.


How is one to know when we have grown apart?

When one has grown beyond,

Is it in the eyes?

Is it in the heart, or the spirit?

You never came back.

Hélène Vaillant ©Poetry


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