What a Difference a Day Makes…

That lovely productive mood that I have been basking in lately, took one hell of a tumble yesterday.

We had already started with some of the bad news a few days before but managed to cope.

Yesterday, the full force of the meaning of bad, hit us with both barrels.

One by one, and spread over the course of a week, four members of our family have been hit by the covid virus. Two of them are quite vulnerable, which was even more worrying.

Then came the news that our only breadwinner’s wages this month turned up with several hundred pounds missing. Turned out to be a clerical error, but no chance of amending this until next month. We are not a wealthy family, constantly robbing Peter to pay Paul, if you know what I mean. My sister and I are pensioners on a permanent budget, so looking to help replace this shortfall took some doing, and will involve rationing everything for a few weeks.

Drama taken care of, I couldn’t relax. What if the error wasn’t corrected next month? I had visions of us all sharing a tin of beans and/or going hungry.

This morning, the mood seems to have lifted. The sufferers are fighting the virus and feeling much better, thank heavens! We have also managed to convince ourselves that all will be well and the money will be reinstated next month.

Writing was the last thing I wanted to do yesterday, and that didn’t help my mood either… but today already feels more positive on that front, so I already have my happy hat on!

Jaye, smiling!

Awake… #Poetry

Wake up, you’re not dead
You’re dreaming
The ghosts you see had their time
My bones ache from walking
I see new faces through the fog
They smile, then vanish
It’s as if I’m walking from room to room
Families seated at their dinner tables
Then the screaming starts
Drumming against my ear
Then I could see the bodies, heaped in a pile
The screaming came from the women
Their mouths a giant O
Their eyes blank white orbs
I wake to my own screaming
So glad I was only dreaming…

©AnitaDawes2022

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 558 ~ #Poetry

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Some fierce and painful words this week…

Heartstopper: Hidden Words ~ #Poetry

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

Heartstopper: Hidden words


Hidden words that magic make
Enter now
After lost years, they wake
Running through the minds of men
Terror takes time to root
Sinister visions, dark dreams
Turn the mind inside out
Opposing forces try to soothe
Popping sounds that come before
Pulsing heart race to
Enter their foolish ways
Running wild with thoughts of gold…

©AnitaDawes2022

Dark Skies… #Poetry

Image by FotoXCapture from Pixabay

Under dark skies I hang
Nearer to earth, I
Dare to step where man has stood
Energy swirling, screaming, waiting
Reaching, wondering are we better
      than some of our parts?
Caring little for the answer
Under cover of darkness
Reaching out, mind
Running, searching for that silver smile
Every face grim, eyes dull
Nearer now to earth, I find 
the one true light of her eyes…

©AnitaDawes2022