The Clearing… #Poetry

 

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The Clearing

Stepping into the clearing

I could see a small cottage

Abandoned air assailed my senses

The stillness echoed with past activity

To the left stood a stone circle

A lantern glowing in the centre

There were no footsteps in the dry earth

The surrounding tress too still

The back of my neck tingled a warning

Dare I go closer, enter the circle?

My enquiring mind pushed me on

Kneeling by the lantern there lay a note

It read, the light will lead you back…

©AnitaDawes

Old Magic… #Poetry

 

 

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The Chalice Well, Glastonbury

 

Old Magic

Does Merlin wait close by the great tower of Avalon

Where Arthur sleeps waiting to be called

To save us all from holy hell.

Healing waters close by, where many go in search of blessings

Does the holy cup lie beneath the Chalice Well?

Will the truth of these long-loved stories ever be known?

Fantasy, legend, who can tell?

Stand on the broken castle wall of Tintagel

Feel the old man of the woods, his power dancing in the breeze.

A touch from centuries gone.

You may walk home feeling two or three inches taller.

That’s the magic of a long-loved story

Medicine for the soul…

©Anita Dawes

Inside my mind… #Poetry

 

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Inside my mind

In my imagination

Like Ali, I am the greatest

I fly with eagles

Sale the river on the back of a black swan

Cross the Amazon in a single bound

Build the pyramids single handed

Rediscover the lost library of Alexander

I know all the secrets in the Vatican

I read the minds of our great inventors

This one was heavy going

They do not think the way we do

Discovering new worlds for humanity to live on

Hoping this time not to mess it up

I have had ten minutes all to myself

Back to work now

Tea to cook, family home

Washing to be done

Homework to be taken care of

I wonder what I will get up to tomorrow…

©Anita Dawes

#Writephoto ~ Reaching #Poetry

Due to our wi fi malfunction, we are a little late posting our entry for Sue Vincents #Writephoto challenge.

Better late  than never, I say!

 

Thursday photo prompt: Reaching #writephoto

 

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I fly over land and sea

Finding all I am meant to see

Astral body glowing bright

Alongside birds who fly at night

I see tall dark trees in winters light

Reaching for each other to say goodnight

Spring returns with summers oncoming light

New warmth returning bright green leaves

We sleep now beneath soft grey clouds

Curtains drawn against the dying of the light

A strip of blue as a reminder of days return

With a slow spinning world

We root our lives upon…

©AnitaDawes

Days Gone…

 

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Days Gone

I heard a shadow scream

With bodily form within

My heart wrenched with need to help

The cry held the tears of the world

Weighing heavily on my mind

Stepping into the darkness

I heard the whispered words

She took my life, I was flushed away

I cannot move back nor forward

My spirit lies in limbo.

I knew this spirit, my mind

rushed back to my 11-year-old self

On instructions, it was my hand

that flushed this small body away

my life went on. It’s now in later years

I hear the echo of those days…

©Anita Dawes

Longing… #Poetry

 

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Longing

I search distant lands for beauty

Sacred sites fill my eyes

Yet none remain in beauty

My feet cannot find

The image held in mind

I have no words to tell

From whence it comes

To haunt me

My heart so filled with longing

For beauty’s eyes to see me

When darkness comes

Her light surrounds me

I sleep in the arms of beauty

Morning light steals her from me

With hollow heart I continue

Must I die in search of beauty?

©Anita Dawes

Weekend Trip x2 #Poetry

 

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We seemed to be the only people

Sitting in this sun filled cathedral of tall trees

The rock warm beneath me

The space whispered of ancient times

Secrets I wish I could hear

I wondered if the stone I held would speak to me

I heard a loud splash, as if a stone

had been thrown into the river

Looking carefully, I could see no one

I took this as my answer

The stone was mine

I held it in my hand like a sacred treasure, a gift

I wonder what secrets

it might whisper to my waiting mind

I might have to wait a while

As I am not good at meditating

If anything comes, I will let you know…

©Anita Dawes

 

Weekend trip … #Poetry

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Weekend trip

On my weekend trip to Cornwall

Walking through the woods

On a carpet of mica

As if walking on fallen stars

Looking for stones beside the River Fowey

I found a strange blue stone

With thin gold stripes

Perfectly square, two inches by two

We sat awhile with the sun bleaching

Through the trees, asking the spirits

Of this sacred space if I could

Take the stone home with me

I waited for a sound where none should be

For my answer…

©Anita Dawes

Continued on Sunday