‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge. Week #26 Entry #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction ~ @pursoot

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I remember a time before my furry covering
Soft stuffing, these dark button eyes
I lived in Switzerland, my eyes were blue
I remember the snow, the slope smooth,
like mothers icing on our Christmas cake
Before the visitors come
With their puff jackets and skis
Father making sure there is enough wood chopped
To keep our visitors warm
Before they mess up my smooth slopes
That feels like a long time ago
I am here now in England with a nice family
I like my red waistcoat
I love being cuddled by Annabelle
Who likes to sit me by the fire
When she is busy doing something for her mum
All in all, I think life isn’t too bad
Apart from the days when I miss the snow…

© anita dawes 2020

Buried Ghosts… #Poetry

Image by Martin Winkler from Pixabay

Buried Ghosts

Mountains high
Old dark scars
Black tar rivers run
High castle walls
Lords and Ladies having fun
Unearthly sounds split the night
Warning went unaided
Fools entered
Swallowed by dark inner walls
Never would angels enter
Indoor evil attracts its own
Walls scarred by sounds new, swell
Souls buried in old castle mortar
Too long they lie forgotten
Names scratched on walls
Calling out dates to remember
No visitors heeding
Their hearts unturned
By old news…

© anita dawes

Stepping Back… #Poetry

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Stepping Back

The road ahead is long, hard to walk alone
The world has eclipsed my mind
I am swallowed by darkness
The black hole reaches for me
Dragging my senses to its upside-down way of being
The mirror shows me walking away
I never see my face
The food on my plate is raw, never cooked
I am living in a nightmare
Rain runs up, the way it does when driving a car
Fascinating, but no place to live
I need to find a way out
Step back, keep stepping backwards
Until I reach the beginning
Discover that missing step…

© anita dawes 2020

Photo Challenge #341 for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge #341

Relaxing, as Earth spins away below
Blue and white clouds drifting by, floating free
Time out to play Baker Street, her favourite tune
Can this haunting melody be heard
In interstellar space?
Will she receive a response
An applaud, request for an encore?
Is it her own private moment
In the silence of space?

© anita dawes 2020

This saxophone makes my heart soar!

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

What
happens
When a ghost’s
pale white image
she sees reflected
With the tears she lets go
Does her wish stir the waters?
Dark hides tiny creatures whisper
When given a heart, let her be loved
Will the magic of the woods give her life?

© anita dawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 56 – 16 November 2020

Image credit; Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a young woman looking out the glass pane of a partially open door, with an indecipherable expression)

She stands in shadow
As if afraid of colour
One half of the door
Formed in soft orange light
She looks outside
Trying to decide her fate
Is today the day she walks
Through that half open door
Will she pick up the fallen reins of her life?
Will suspicion, doubt, rule the day
Could a soft voice passing say hello?
Move her footsteps
Does she want the outside
To come into her life?
Her grip on the door whispers
I intend to stay in the shadows
Where I have control?

© anita dawes 2020

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 4) #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

“Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”

by Suzanne Burke

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Grandpa’s estate revealed a hidden room
Behind rows of ancient stories
Many of which I had read over the years
I wish I had discovered the hidden room
When I had spent time at grandpa’s
Now I cannot ask him about it
Why he kept first editions there I understand
The box of family secrets have left me feeling sad
Now I understand the strange hollow feeling
I have lived with for years
I have a family I never knew about
Their love and warmth
would have filled that hollow space
Why were they kept hidden?
Are any of them still living?
This is my task, to find someone
who belongs to me
that connects me to life to my grandpa
To find out if I belong here…

© anita dawes 2020

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

Avocado on toast

Who decided we could eat such a thing?
I cannot think of anything worse to put in my mouth
Now that is a lie. I could probably write a long list
Of things that should never go near anyone’s mouth
Avocado, in my mind, must have been planted by aliens
As some kind of April Fool’s joke
Like lambs to the slaughter, humans went for it
Chefs charge a fortune, look at me I have five stars
This is what you get, soap on toast
A nightmare on a rope
My tip, don’t eat the stuff…

© anita dawes 2020

#Twenty Four ~ #FiftyWordThurs ~#Poetry

Twenty Four

Words and Images of Imagination

50 Word Thursday #96

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And the words:

“She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.” – Midnight Pleasures With A Scoundrel – Lorraine Heath

© Deb Whittam 2020

The dark, navy strip of water may look calm
No one thinks to tell you, to warn you
Of Elizabeth, the unknown woman who sails the waters
Taking life as she sees fit
It’s company she seeks
It’s lonely when no one can see you
Until you become as she is, dead.
Hayley took her new boat to the water for the first time
No stranger to the strip of dark water
There are many tales, stories
None strike her as more than urban legends
Today, the river felt darker, different, foreboding
The current stronger than she remembered
Her boat engine cut out and she drifted to the spot
Where the stories began
Cold crept up from her feet, she had little doubt
that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth

Her boat seemed to take on a life of its own
Ben, fishing on the bank, noticed
The strange way the boat rode the water
Securing his rod, he ran alongside, shouting for the captain
Seeing her on the far side the moment she fell in
Her life jacket failed to inflate
He took a running dive, saving her from the fate
the blue lady had in mind for her
The boat secured; all was well that day
Like the number nine bus, there would be another boat along soon
The lady would not have to wait long for her new companion…

© anita dawes 2020