Time Fading… #Poetry

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Inside the box, voices could be heard
nagging at my mind
Thoughts scrambling, fighting to be one
Ending in a light bulb moment
Radio had been left on low
Daft old man, I told myself
Inside the box, you know that, you remember
Memory is a tricky thing
Every hour that passes, it fades
Nice memories cling on fast
Sitting like a comfy armchair, don’t let go
Inside the box will help you keep listening
On this journey we call life
Nearer to your ending
A new beginning waits
Let go, let it in…

©AnitaDawes2022

Sheer Terror… #Acrostic Poetry

Screaming in my head broke the silence
Under cover of darkness, they moved
Pulsing, like a broken strobe light
Eyes open, my body frozen
Rain on my window, like thunder crashing
In time held still, tears formed
None could fall, my body motionless
Terror took over from screaming
Every sound heightened, blood coursing, 
                                   a thundering waterfall
Light has a sound of its own, humming gently
Letting hope in, past the darkness
Insidious shadow beings, chasing the light
Gaining time stolen from another dimension
Early morning light, slid into my room
Nearer to the shadows fading
Clearing my mind, my body restoring movement
Every part of the night vanished; fear melted…

©AnitaDawes2022

Do you see the word this stunning acrostic poem was created for?

No me again today, folks.

Sorry about that, but had a big old very bad tooth out yesterday and my face and head ache feel like I’ve been smacked with a mallet… Jaye

Tuesday Teaser… #Fiction #Excerpt #WIP

Excerpt from the WIP for Ghost of a Chance

The basement door was easy to overlook, it looked like a cupboard. It opened easily, revealing a dark hole leading down into the bowels of the earth. I looked for a light switch, my hand searching where my eyes could not but found nothing.

As we made our way down the stairs in the dark, I used the torchlight on my phone to see the way. I found the light switch at the bottom of the stairs.

The air in the basement smelled old and musty, with the faint odour of tobacco. We were in a large room, set out like an office with an old desk and overflowing bookcases. An even older leather armchair sat in the corner surrounded by a neat stack of cardboard boxes.

Laurie must have read my mind, saying exactly what I was thinking. ‘Phew, thank God there’s no freezer, nowhere to hide a body…’

My next thought I kept to myself, maybe the body had been cut up and was in all those boxes.

A loud noise made me jump and Laurie shriek, and that was when the light went out.

‘What was that? Snow, where are you?’

‘I’m here, Laurie. Stand still while I switch on my phone light. I don’t suppose you remember seeing any torches when we were here before?’

The limited light from my phone isolated us as we stood at the bottom of the stairs. I strained my eyes, trying to see the further corners of the room. It looked as it did moments ago, but it didn’t feel the same. Weird rustling sounds, creaking and what sounded like whispering came at me from all the corners of the room.

Laurie must have heard it too, for she turned away from me. ‘I’ll go look for a torch, shall I?’ And shot up the stairs like an athlete.

I wanted to follow her, but something kept my feet rooted to the floor.

The whispering came closer and seemed much louder. Something brushed against my face and the image of a bat flew across my mind. This was unlikely, as there didn’t seem to be any access to the outside, something bats had to have.

I shone the light around the room again and as it reached the leather armchair in the corner, the light flickered and went out but not before I thought I saw someone sitting there.

I barely had the time to consider this when something shoved me.

I felt hands on my lower back, strong enough to cause me to stumble.

Instantly, my arms thrashed around, expecting to contact whoever touched me, but found no one.

‘Laurie, is that you?’

The room was silent, the creaks and the whispering stopped as if waiting for someone or something to answer my question.

I tried to move, to make my way up the stairs but my feet refused to move.

I felt the hands on my back again, a growing chill spreading from the site of contact. ‘Who are you?’

When the voice began to speak, the whispering grew louder, creating a tornado of sound, circling around me.

‘You don’t want or need to know who I am, MR Snow. Get out of my house!’

When the shove came, it sent me flying across the room and I found myself in the leather armchair, pinned down by the hands that sent me there.

As I sat there, stunned and very disorientated, I tried to make sense of what had just happened. A flickering light appeared, bobbing up and down. Now what, I wondered. My rational mind not quite accepting any of this.

‘Snow, where are you? I found a torch, it’s a bit feeble but better than nothing.’ As she shone the light around the room, she found me sprawled in the armchair.

‘What are you doing? Don’t tell me you wanted to take it easy, what are you like?’

A small laugh escaped from my mouth as I thought about trying to explain what I thought had just happened.

I did my best to describe what happened to me in the basement. Laurie listened, but I wasn’t sure she believed everything I said. One thing we did agree on, we were trying to help a lonely and confused woman, not get involved with ghost hunting.

That’s what I think, but is it really? ( all opinions gratefully welcome!)

Jaye Marie

I cannot Live… #Poetry

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I cannot live…


I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you
You belong to another
Yet the clocks stop when I say your name
The wind ceases to moan
You are the light of my life, my moon at night
I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you
You belong to another
When I think of you I forget to breathe
My future does not exist
My heart screams to be with you
In order to live, I must steal you from another
So be it
I cannot live a half-life in darkness…

©AnitaDawes2022

Standing Time… Acrostic Poetry…

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Standing Time

Trains stations, cold lonely places
Rushing through new fields
Is there time to stop and stare?
Greeted by fresh winds waiting
Onward the journey continues
Never looking back
Over my shoulder I leave the past behind
Making no plans this time
Everything must come as it will
Tarry not for yesterday, today has its own troubles
Remember to take slow strides this
Yesterday will not catch up with you…

©AnitaDawes2022

PS: I’m not quite ready to change chairs today, but Anita has been busy!

Jaye

My Rightful Place… #Poetry

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I told my story to the empty streets of London
While the stars stood witness to my pain
The day I witnessed Heaven burning
Leaving me with no way home
I fell to earth before the flames could reach me
My story told before I reached this realm
With so little truth to tell
Yes, my wings are less than white
Because my tongue, I could not hold
For speaking out against the Mighty One
Now they are singed beyond repair
I cannot go home without His help
Sorry is the hardest word, it burns my throat
I must find a different way
to find my rightful place among the stars
Leave the empty streets of London
To their own way of sinning…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Midnight Library~ Best book of 2021 ~ #Fiction ~ #Review

THE SUNDAY TIMES NUMBER ONE BESTSELLING WORLDWIDE PHENOMENON
READERS’ MOST LOVED BOOK OF 2021
WINNER OF THE GOODREADS CHOICE AWARD FOR FICTION

‘BEAUTIFUL’ Jodi Picoult, ‘UPLIFTING’ i, ‘BRILLIANT’ Daily Mail, ‘AMAZING’ Joanna Cannon, ‘ABSORBING’ New York Times, ‘THOUGHT-PROVOKING’ Independent

Nora’s life has been going from bad to worse. Then at the stroke of midnight on her last day on earth she finds herself transported to a library. There she is given the chance to undo her regrets and try out each of the other lives she might have lived. Which raises the ultimate question: with infinite choices, what is the best way to live?

Our Review

This book really made me think of my own choices, raising so many questions. Like, what would happen if we could choose our lives. Given this opportunity, would we choose wisely?

This quickly led to a fantasy world in my head, where I imagined what my life would have been like if I had the power to change things.

In the Midnight Library, Nora is given the opportunity to try different lifetimes to find one she liked. As I read on, I could tell that none of them were perfect. There are always parts that we must live with, isn’t there?

Maybe there is no such thing as a perfect life, seeing that humans are not perfect anyway.

This story made me appreciate all the perfect things in my own life, and I read on, hoping Nora would find something worth living for.

The Midnight Library is a beautifully written story and definitely thought-provoking.

I will remember Nora and her mission for a long time…