#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story.

Frozen with horror by the razor-sharp edge,
the blade at my throat, the overlapping fear of warm blood
Free flowing from my body, zoning out into darkness
Falling into a world of blank memory, near to death
I see the dark cloaked figure of an angel gently waking my sleeping body
Not realising, my spirit had decided to jump around the room with joy
Without letting me know where the happiness comes from
I lie there wondering why I had been sent an angel wearing L plates
Would she pull the two halves of my body together in time?

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #38 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

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Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running,
the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching
I swim with the memory in mind
Trying to dive in and out of the water
A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds
Is all I can manage
Their energy and strength is missing from my body
Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water
In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin.
Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves
Like a hot knife through butter
A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 70- February 22 2021

Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)

We’re not in Kansas, Doris.
Look at the tower of glass behind us
You don’t see them back home
I hope it’s rooted better than we are
I have tried clicking my heels three times
We’re still stuck in the ground
In which case, I suggest you wake up my love
She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ Wordle #228 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Let the records show I am indissoluble.
I would survive a sudden dipping in lime.
Some people come up smelling of roses.
I am one of them.
I am anodyne, I would not like to offend anyone.
Better I were pulled through a gathering backwards.
Where I pull my hair, trying to wake.
Ahead, I see a three-sided symbol
with a yellow dot in the centre
I feel my body sway with the low sound of drums.
A strange triple style beat
The echo rings back to my sleeping mind
Where I stare at my profile in the mirror
Wondering where the other of me has gone…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration!

Turning 75, something to celebrate, you think?
Not me.
The morning went slow,
dragging my mind further into darkness
Deciding on a fresh cup of coffee
to pull myself together,
walk around the Friday market.
I notice a face, my best friend,
a sister I should have had.
We lost touch twenty years ago.
Thoughts rush my mind.
Why had we lost touch?
Would she want to speak to me?
Would we have anything to say after so long?
I need not have worried.
My 75th party went like a sixties disco,
With my best friend by my side…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Romance🌹 – February 11, 2021

Touch

So long ago, loving hands touched these old ivory keys.
The day you left me roses, your favourite piece of music.
I placed my hands where yours had been,
Knowing I would never see you again.
Those beautiful roses faded, your memory still sharp,
Keeping the pain of lost love alive
Time can be so cruel when memory, I wish,
had faded alongside the roses…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Stop Press… #Poetry

I never thought these words
would drop onto my keyboard.
I am convinced I have killed someone.
I don’t remember why, or who he was.
My memory, half hidden in a fog,
We both held the knife.
I remember he was left-handed.
He lunged first, twisting away.
I received a deep stab to my left thigh.
He fell past me, I spun around,
my knife lodged in his back.
He fell on my kitchen floor.
Trouble is, there has never been
a dead body on my floor.
The two-inch scar on my thigh
tells me there should be.
I have no explanation for the mark he left.
A childhood accident has been suggested.
Others say it could be an old memory
From a past life we carry forward
Once in a while, the scar itches
Reminding me of something
I cannot fully remember…

© Anita Dawes 2021