What do you see # 57 November 23, 2020
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a single cupcake with a lit candle on top of it)
Happy birthday, Sadje!
On blackened boards, the darkest space
In memory of the birthday cakes
I never received
From my daughter’s birthday spread
I placed it there,
to light the dark days
Remembered…
© anita dawes 2020
clouds cover the moon,
beyond dawn's pale horizon
sun rises unseen
©2020 Sue Vincent
The
hidden
Mystery
Unknowable
Held fast by puzzling
The true mind needs to play
To solve, to find the unseen
In dark corners laid down by mind
old tales hidden by pale horizon
stories worth searching for brought back to life…
© anita dawes 2020
I remember a time before my furry covering
Soft stuffing, these dark button eyes
I lived in Switzerland, my eyes were blue
I remember the snow, the slope smooth,
like mothers icing on our Christmas cake
Before the visitors come
With their puff jackets and skis
Father making sure there is enough wood chopped
To keep our visitors warm
Before they mess up my smooth slopes
That feels like a long time ago
I am here now in England with a nice family
I like my red waistcoat
I love being cuddled by Annabelle
Who likes to sit me by the fire
When she is busy doing something for her mum
All in all, I think life isn’t too bad
Apart from the days when I miss the snow…
© anita dawes 2020
Soft
Do not speak, when words clash
They cause pain, disbelief, start wars
Like tiny arrows, they find a target
Causing wounds to fester
Flip the coin, gentle soft-spoken words
Can soothe, take down giants
Crying babies sleep to a few hushed words
Sung in tune to a lullaby
Which would you rather
put you to sleep?
© anita dawes 2020
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Photo Challenge #341
Relaxing, as Earth spins away below
Blue and white clouds drifting by, floating free
Time out to play Baker Street, her favourite tune
Can this haunting melody be heard
In interstellar space?
Will she receive a response
An applaud, request for an encore?
Is it her own private moment
In the silence of space?
© anita dawes 2020
This saxophone makes my heart soar!
WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
What
happens
When a ghost’s
pale white image
she sees reflected
With the tears she lets go
Does her wish stir the waters?
Dark hides tiny creatures whisper
When given a heart, let her be loved
Will the magic of the woods give her life?
© anita dawes 2020
Listen to the wind
With its softly whispered words
In the still of night
Your face, the print of life
Wrapped in lace
The trace of family long gone
Infinite memories
That salt tears embrace…
© anita dawes 2020
Child
Is born
destiny
A child I made
Holding on to love
Never too tight to break
The fragile hold on his heart
To let go, watch them grow, to bloom
To bring back joyful days in the sun
Like Spring tides that never fail to return…
© anita dawes 2020
Grandma’s Attic
I felt lucky when I inherited my grandmother’s house
I loved every minute spent there as a child,
each visit felt like a two-week holiday
My grandmother made life fun
I could feel her spirit in every room
Joe, my fiancé, loved it as much as I did.
He was the first to enter the attic
There we found paintings of every size
Dozens of them, from a long time ago, no signatures
There were four paintings of my grandmother
Much younger than I had known her
Her eyes sparkled with the same mischief I remembered
Who was the artist?
I imagined a dark-haired Latin lover
someone Grandmother never spoke about
We discovered more behind a large painting
My grandmother in the embrace of a woman
Scant clothing between the two of them
Surprised, as she had been married to grandad
For fifty-five years. Who was this woman?
Were they lovers as the painting showed?
Joe said they were good enough to put in an exhibition
I’m sure Grandmother hid them here for a reason
Least of all from Grandfathers eyes.
I may never find the reason they were hidden for so long
My search goes on, for there are dozens
of boxes and suitcases to look through
What I find will be a story for another day…
© anita dawes 2020
