Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I have always been a fan of Anita’s writing, her wonderful books, and her incredible poetry, so this is what I am posting today.

This week has left me drained, I have been so busy, what with catching up on all the chores that didn’t get done thanks to me being on retreat, locked in my office. And I have managed to get a lot more writing done too, as the muse decided to hang around and nag me. Not complaining, mind you, but couldn’t think of a better way to end the week.

Once Written

As long as I can hold a pen
I will write the stories I am sent
They are children running free
In fields inside my head.
Easy you say. Pin one down
Write what's said
They do not come fully formed my friend
They need a few words from me
to help them run
A violent ending or happy
Is theirs to tell
I wait impatiently for every word
Surprised at times at what is said
They were no more than bones
Inside my head
Now flesh has formed
If they could walk from the pages
They would fit in our world
As easily as you or me
Those some I say, should not
Share the air we breathe…
 
©anitadawes 2020