#Writephoto ~ Returning ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

I stand still under dusky twilight sky
That in-between moment
The breeze is soft, slow
There is magic in the air.
I feel the rocks beneath my boots
I cannot remember how long I have been walking.
I have lost track of the part or me that made me tick.
This walk, I hope,
will help me find the part that we call life, hope.
This will not be my last journey.
As I wander, I talk to myself.
It helps to smooth the sharp edges of my mind.
It prevents me from disappearing.
I wonder where she is now, my better half.
She has left footprints across each heart she touched.
A badge of friendship that time cannot erase.
When death comes softly, hold up your hand
against the moisture it leaves on the air
Let it not touch your lips to speak of ill begotten fate.
Life is a giant puzzle, some pieces slip away
Yet the beauty of time spent together remains…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #350

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982

I brought this sketchy black and white print at a boot sale.
Hung it on my bedroom wall.
Hoping I would find a partner soon.
Be careful what you wish for
For I got more than I bargained for
Each night he would come, turning my nights
into a wild dance of love
Try as I might, I could not hold on to him until morning.
The space beside me remains empty…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 209, #POET’SCHOICE

Image by Pixabay.com

It
was late.
the night dark.
Starlit moonbeams
Dance between the leaves
They held each other tight.
Whispering their words of love
The changing light tore them apart.
They ran for home, hot breath following.
Their night of forbidden love marked their backs…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #349 #Poetry

Natalia Drepina

A beautiful young girl
Her life snatched back
from the dark scars on her wrists
Time changed the moments she has now
Remembering family, a son
Now she is held by foolish hands
That cannot understand
Her longing to go back to the right time
Pretty lace cannot hide the dark moments here
They hurt like marbles on cobbled stone
They echo of home, each echoed sound
A sharp remembered pain
She knows only one way to stop the echoes
She must go back…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Others… #Poetry

Image by 근식 박 from Pixabay

The Others

I was meant to remember but I could not.
It felt as if a part of my mind had been cut away
Hidden from me
I search the dark space in between
Finding the thin veil that separates our world.
I see the missing part of my memory floating,
hands reaching, trying to take it for their own
I wondered if forgotten memories
lived here in this thin world
Those that live here, need us to forget
To rebuild their broken minds
From the free-floating forgetfulness of others…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Liars and Thieves ~ Unraveling the Veil Book One #Dark Fantasy Horror @Dwallacepeach

Liars and Thieves (Unraveling the Veil Book 1) Kindle Edition

Behind the Veil, the hordes of Chaos gather, eager to savage the world. But Kalann il Drakk, First of Chaos, is untroubled by the shimmering wall that holds his beasts at bay. For if he cannot cleanse the land of life, the races will do it for him. All he needs is a spark to light the fire.

Three unlikely allies stand in his way.

A misfit elf plagued by failure—When Elanalue Windthorn abandons her soldiers to hunt a goblin, she strays into forbidden territory.

A changeling who betrays his home—Talin Raska is a talented liar, thief, and spy. He makes a fatal mistake—he falls for his mark.

A halfbreed goblin with deadly secrets—Naj’ar is a loner with a talent he doesn’t understand and cannot control, one that threatens all he holds dear.

When the spark of Chaos ignites, miners go missing. But they won’t be the last to vanish. As the cycles of blame whirl through the Borderland, old animosities flare, accusations break bonds, and war looms.

Three outcasts, thrust into an alliance by fate, by oaths, and the churning gears of calamity, must learn the truth. For they hold the future of their world in their hands.

My Thoughts

It took me a few pages to gradually immerse myself into this complex and troubled world. A vastly different world, populated by elves, goblins, and changelings.

Not a peaceful world, with their complicated symmetry but learning their secrets introduced me to a level of world building I haven’t read since Tolkien.

The three main characters really made the story come alive for me.

Alue Windthorn, a headstrong elf with blazing red hair and a temperament to match.

Naj’ar, a magnificent, brooding goblin with mysterious elfin tendencies. I found myself drawn to this enigmatic character, and I suspect Alue was too!

And Talin Raska, a changeling. A sneaky spy, only happy when up to mischief.

Liars and Thieves is a fascinating mix of dangerous situations and the characters reaction to them. This story drew me in, probably for keeps, as I have already started reading the next in the series…

Diana Wallace Peach

D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked. Diana lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two dogs, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.

For book descriptions, excerpts, maps, and behind the scenes info, please visit http://dwallacepeachbooks.com.

For her blog on all things writing, please visit http://mythsofthemirror.com.

Hallowed Ground… #Poetry

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

A black hood slipped over my head
I was pushed gently forward
Each step slow over cobbles, my feet slipping
The sound changed
Walls shot up either side of me
My thinking as muffled as my breath
The smell of damp mould an assault to my senses
I can hear the dark wet walls breathing,
whispering insanities
Names waiting to be snatched from the air
I was pushed on, falling
My feet found no purchase
Hands held my arms until I felt them drop away
I was suspended for a while
The hood removed
I stood on the hallowed ground of the Tor
The waters stopped their whispering
I would walk this land again in dreams…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Walking Through History… #Poetry

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

Walking through history
I find I have been thrown into a fairy tale
I walk the cobbled streets of old London
Gas lights barely illuminate the dark alleys
Where Oliver learned to pickpocket
I sit beside H G in his time machine
Travelling through lands
I have no words to describe
We cross paths with Gulliver
where we meet strange creatures
Here, a horse may whisper in your ear
You may ride along the great Mississippi
Converse with a young adventurer
called Tom Sawyer
The sights, sounds and smells of yesteryear
Linger long after the stories fade…

© anita dawes 2021

“Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #30. #WritingCommunity #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #Poetry

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I’m a little late posting this, Soooz, sorry about this but I’m all discobobulated at the moment…

Dark grey storm clouds
Gather around the metal bird
Souls inside shaking
Prayers echo, bouncing from wing to wing
They are carried to safety
The power of faith in all its splendour
Shining through the storm
Hands that held together in prayer
Now applaud the pilot
For their safe landing
Giving little thought to the whispers
A few moments ago, to a higher power…

© anita dawes 2021