#Photoprompt – My mind’s eye

It is amazing to me how sometimes a prompt will result in an immediate idea and flow of words. Like a tap being turned on. Other times a bit of effort is required. Occasionally, I find, I just don’t feel inspired and then I leave it. Forced writing is never work that I am ultimately pleased with. Happily, when I saw this divine photograph, this entire poem popped into my head, almost fully formed.

My mind’s eye

I reflect on my life

through my mind’s eye



I open secret drawers

rummaging through

their hidden contents.

My childhood

A time of happiness


and laughter.

My teenage years

I gently probe

Pulling out memories

Like old clothes

from the cupboard of time.

I run my eye over them

looking for rents,

tears and wrinkles.

Choices that impacted

on the elastic band of my life

liked pulled threads.

My eye moves on

My early twenties

Books, university and classes,

career decisions,

boyfriends and jobs.

Time then seemed stretched

Passing slowly

Each moment full and rich.

My wedding

A wonderful day

Happiness so evident

It lies like a fog blanket

over these memories.

Buying our home,

Building our careers,

and then

our babies

those perfect little beings.

Time speeds up

the elastic band

pulls tight

almost seeming to double back on itself.

I close my mind’s eye

A sigh of relief escapes my lips

There is nothing I would change

Everything is as it should  be.

by Robbie Cheadle


This freestyle poem was inspired by the photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent. You can join in here: https://scvincent.com/2017/11/02/thursday-photo-prompt-eye-writephoto/.


Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town



74 thoughts on “#Photoprompt – My mind’s eye

      1. My pleasure, Robbie. Why is it that sometimes after reading something so wonderful, all the words in the world vanish? Only feelings remain. That’s what happened. You made my day. 🙂

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      2. My pleasure, Robbie. Why is it that after reading something wonderful, words vanish and only feelings remain? That’s what happened. You made my day. ❤️


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