Blue Moon… #Poetry

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Blue Moon

Blue moon, the triple goddess

If you should be unfortunate enough to meet her

Do not hold her gaze

For she sees through time and space

Through all your lifetimes

She brings them to the fore

All your past misdeeds

You may be forced to live them again

Which many of us do

Under her gaze, you have become

Triple cursed

Each returning misdeed

Weighs more than you can carry

Yet under a blue moon you may be lucky

For it is said she can be appeased

By asking for her forgiveness

For on that one night when the moon shines blue

She is inclined to forgive

Those she takes a liking to

Pray that she likes the look of you…

©anitadawes

My Knight… #Poetry

 

 

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My Knight

My seven-year-old son informed me

 he would like a knight’s outfit,

with a sword for Halloween.

I thought it odd at the time

For he likes clowns

I managed to find one his size

He looked the very inch of a Knight

in shining armour. No face paint, he said.

He needed to be seen.

After two hours of walking around

I could see my tiny knight tiring

Time for tea, bath and bed, or so I thought.

No amount of persuasion could remove the outfit

He refused to go to bed,

so, I let him fall asleep on the sofa

Carrying him to his bed, he woke

Telling me he had to stay awake until midnight

“If Gran comes back, I have to save her…”

The gifting hour, when the dead can walk among us

Oh God, why had I explained this to him

I should have known he was too young.

He slept with the sword for two weeks

Before leaving it under his bed

Clearing his room, picking stray toys from the floor

I asked if we could put the sword in the toy box

He said he didn’t need it anymore.

“Gran kissed me goodnight, so I know she is all right.”

It seems my tiny knight was happy again…

©anitadawes

Fragmented Time… #Poetry

 

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I am resurrected from dying dreams

 

From the ash that surrounds your world.

Like your Frankenstein, I am made from many parts

In my hand I hold the glowing fragments of time

Dark clouds hide me from the sun

Nothing works the same where I am

Rain flows upwards, the stars shine in circles

Wind blows only from the north

The moon rises when and where it pleases

Day is night, night is day

Things change in the blink of an eye

Our numbers are few, our world is fading

In order for me to remain in the universe

I must steal one fragment of time

Hide the remaining parts for humanity to find…

©anitadawes

 

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The Others… #Poetry

 

 

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The Others

When you leave your bed in the morning

Be sure to smooth out the line

Your body left behind

For there are others who wait

To steal the warmth from your soul

Should they manage to occupy

The space you vacated

Your soul turns cold, a shard of ice

Stealing the warmth from your heart

Turning your footsteps from the path

You were meant to tread

Strange winds blow through your life

While others slowly take form

Until there is another lying

In the line where you once slept…

©anitadawes

#Water… #Poetry

 

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Water

Sapphire world of midnight, magic rises,

a gift for the world of mortals

The water queen spreads

her magic across the globe

Whether you want it or not

Baptisms, blessings, bathing, we all use it

Not realising it has a memory

From where it was born

Each person it has touched good or bad,

it matters not, water flows where it will.

Beneath the ground, hidden caverns

Through the graveyards where the dead sleep

In eternal slumber

When we thirst, we drink to stay alive

Whose memory do we take upon ourselves.

©anitadawes

Unholy Ground… #Poetry

 

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Unholy Ground

Two male figures, poised in a dance of fire

Pale fingers of light reaching,

trying to call them back

The sacred woodland half in shadow

Its fiery centre hypnotising,

daring you to enter

Surely, certain death awaits

those foolish enough to try entering

the devils fire, no flames needed

Trees lean towards each other,

embracing the heat

Lovers cursed, turned to wood,

yet passion remains

A dance of eternity

The path looks soft, easy to tread

How many have tried to save the lost souls

In this sacred woodland

How many more will dare to enter

I turn away, whispering a prayer

Knowing there is nothing I can do

No amount of rain can turn the devils fire out…

©anitadawes

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Never born… #Poetry

 

 

 

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Never born…

An angel in the alley, whispering to pass us by

Waiting for a response, for one person to hear

Her reason for being here.

waiting in the shadows, her mission, to be healed

she will know by their answer, I am here.

Her wings will no longer be broken

She is twinned with one who walks here

She will pass, hear the words whispered

Her need will be answered by the

Giving of life from one soul to another

Death waits with broken wings

Her debt paid to a twin never born…

©anitadawes

From the Platform… #Poetry

 

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I stood on the platform thinking

about the film, ‘sliding doors’

Having missed my train

What else might I have missed?

A handsome stranger with green eyes

Smiling at me

Before the train reaches its destination

Had he asked for my number?

Not likely, I’d be squashed

between two sweaty oiks

Finally reaching work, late

I was expecting a black look from the boss

No black looks, my fantasy from the platform

Having stepped in for the day

Stood smiling at me

I hoped by the end of this day

he would ask for my number

I need those emerald eyes to do more

than just smile at me…

©anitadawes