Happy Halloween…

On
hallowed
ground we walk
Evil forces
old life back from hell
One hour on hallowed ground
They seek old, favoured places
Where love still remains, forever warm
Ancient fears keep too many doors closed
An hour passed; warm fires call them back to hell…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 479 ~ #Poetry

Mum said there were times
When they needed to trim the fat
Stretch life to the limit
Using on singular idea
Laugh in the grim face
Of the landlord demanding his rent
Endure the hunger pangs
She would dry our tears
Telling us this too will pass
Being the eldest of twelve
I knew mother had the will
To triumph over all adversity
She had a will of iron, a soul of titanium
My mother would never wilt
Her mind would never crack
Like grandads did
She could foil the canniest of men
With a word and the wink of her blue eyes
None could deny her charm
That’s my mum, a grand lady…

©anitadawes 2020

First, catch your..? #cancer

Amazing and inspirational post, Sue…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“… knowing you are going to die makes clearing out the cupboards so much easier!”

The sound of choked laughter came through the phone. “You should write that,” said my friend, once his calm was once more regained. The sentiment had, I think, taken him off guard, but it was a simple observation. Even in such circumstances, there are up-sides.

Like, I seem to have pretty much ‘retired’. At least, temporarily. I certainly won’t be back at work until the chemotherapy is done… and who knows after that? And all my worries, although they are exactly same as ever, are now definitely finite. Except, that has always been true, I just know now that they are. And that conscious knowledge is the only thing that separates me from any other person in the street.

We are all dying by degrees, as part of the natural lifecycle… but being aware of…

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Butterflies and Santas

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Yes, I’ve been at it again and got the card boxes out this afternoon.
Here are five of the seven made, 5 for Christmas cards and 2 Hello.
The latter both had a butterfly theme, but one I wasn’t that pleased with.
The golden butterfly though was quite lovely (IMO) as it was one of those 3D effect stickers where only the centre sticks to the card and you fold the wings up. They are very effective and I bought a sheet of gold glittery butterflies when I last did some ‘card trimming’ shopping.  This is two views of the same card.

The Christmas ones didn’t come out too badly either:

though one was an experiment that didn’t really work until I ‘added a few bits’.
I’ve just looked up last year’s dated card I sent out by email, and I’ve used the same Santa this year!

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How I wish I could Un-see

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I bet all of us at some time or another have seen something we wish we hadn’t, and would love to be able to rewind the mind tape and erase it from our memory.

Such was the case the other day in town when we were collecting the first chest of drawers.
I was sitting in the car waiting for Hubby when a group of people passed by with two staffy cross dogs, one a pup in arms. They owned the vehicle in front of us, and the oldest adult opened up the boot to prepare the way for the dogs to be put in the back.
I wish he had not done what he did next.
He bent down to pick up the older dog and revealed the hairiest and fattest bum I have even seen…….. he was also NOT wearing underwear. It was not even a decent builder’s…

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Another blog Update…

Word Craft ~ Prose & Poetry

Hello everybody! I’m in the midst of the worst mercury retrograde I’ve ever experienced. A couple of months ago my email was hacked. To add to my bucket of woe, I have had countless issues with WordPress, Facebook, and today, Instagram. Someone cloned my account and is sending spam messages to everyone. The Instagram account is deleted. This doesn’t include all the issues in my personal life that have surfaced. It’s a tough time for all of us.

There’s been a few changes on my blog(s) and I want to make sure everyone knows what went where. I’ve split Word Craft ~Prose & Poetry from my personal writings. On my author blog, colleenchesebro.com you will find my poetry and short stories, along with Faery Tarot Friday. My pagan writings will appear there, as well.

I’m working on finishing up Fairies, Myths, & Magic II, A Winter Celebration, so if I…

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Tales from the Irish Garden – All Hallows Eve – Part One by Sally Cronin

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I am sharing two chapters this weekend in celebration of All Hallows Eve from my Tales from the Irish Garden.

All Hallow’s Eve Part One.

You have now met some of the more prominent residents in the magic garden, and forest, but it is now time to meet those who are members of a community of rare and often maligned creatures. Those that write horror stories, delight in scaring young children, (and adults too if truth be known) with blood, decay and things that go bang in the night. Even those who practice the art of healing, are not excused from the propaganda of those who are ignorant and cruel.

The Storyteller had been their protector for centuries, providing them with lands, unwanted by farmers or other locals, where they could live in peace. There was one condition to this arrangement, and that was they must work in harmony with…

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#BadMoonRising Finding David by Stevie Turner #paranormal #horror #shortstory

Books and Such

Today’s author is making her first appearance at BMR, but some of you are probably familiar with her books – she writes in a variety of genres. Between sleeping in a coffin or spending the night in a haunted house? She’ll take the haunted house – she’s already lived in one, so what’s another to add to the list? Welcome Stevie Turner!

Would you rather sleep in a coffin for one night or spend the night in a haunted house?

I am claustrophobic, and so nothing would ever induce me to spend the night in a coffin. When younger, a flatmate and I made a coffin for a party we threw at our new flat, but everybody had a go at climbing into it except me! I spent many nights in a haunted flat as a child. My bedroom was haunted by the ghost of a previous tenant who had…

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