The View from my Writing Desk…

 

 

 

Although we live in a town, it isn’t an inner-city town. Tucked behind the South Downs in Hampshire, we are just 19 miles from the sea.

An ordinary town really, rows of streets spreading out from the town centre with all manner of shops and businesses. The local council keep it tidy and provide us with well-kept trees, bushes and green areas.

Sometimes, if you know where to look, you can find something special here, something that doesn’t quite belong. Hidden among the sprawling streets, small treasures can be found. Little rivers emerge unexpectedly, creating a magical atmosphere. ( I have recently found another such treasure. Post to follow…)

We have such an oddity in our back garden.

We all have trees and bushes in our gardens, but we have a giant gum tree. Far taller than our house, it dwarfs every tree for miles around.

It seems so much supple than other trees and maybe this has something to do with it being a gum tree. The leaves smell faintly of eucalyptus and it has such a graceful way of moving with the wind.

I watch this tree most mornings as I wait for my brain to warm up, but this morning we had the aftermath of Storm Eric.  The wind was fierce, so the view from my window was dramatic. Strong gusts tried to break the tree, viciously pushing and shoving until I thought one would give way. But the branches were so supple they simply danced away, ducking and weaving like a Whirling Dervish until the wind abated.

We could learn a lot from trees. Most of them have been here longer than we have and will remain long after we have gone. They survive, I think because they simply do what they were born to do and they do it well. They take what comes in their stride (so to speak) patiently waiting for the seasons to change or the wind to stop blowing.

A lesson for us all there, I think…

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 23 – 30th March, 2020

 

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Another very topical prompt from Sadje this week…

 

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Photo credit: Leah Kelly on Pexels 

( For visually challenged reader, the picture shows a girl holding a book which is hiding her face. The title of the book is not clear.)

 

Run Free

You can run but you can’t hide

There are only a certain amount of words

Sooner or later, you will reach the end

How many books can you read?

Before you want to shred the pages

Open the window, let the pieces

Be caught by the wind

Watch them fly free

Counting down the days

Until you catch them, like a lost balloon

Free from the four walls

that held you in lockdown…

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

March 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

March 26, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story in which a character takes charge. Who is this character, and what situation calls for their action? It can be playful or serious, fantastical, or realistic. Go where the prompt leads…

Trapped Time

Time trapped in a rain drop.

The watchmaker said it was beyond price.

More precious than silver, gold, diamonds?

It has been here from the beginning

His wish was to take charge of it.

He did all he could, his experiments

to outsiders looked daft, a waste of time

The watchmaker replied, time trapped there

In one drop could unleash a mind full of magic

Unknown to this world.

Imagine who bathed in it, what could they tell?

Water has a memory

I need to find out how to unlock it

Find the wisdom that hides inside…

©anitadawes 2020

Seeing Double!

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Image by Jaye Marie

Yesterday morning, we were in the office working when Anita’s attention was drawn by what looked like a moving leaf on the path outside our window.

Nothing strange about that, I thought but she had to check it out anyway.

Turned out to be a slightly ragged and battered Peacock butterfly. He was staggering around and seemed quite weak, so we lifted him to the table and supplied him with some sugar water.

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Image by Jaye Marie

 

This seemed to do the trick and he eventually flew away. I wondered how he had become so ragged, as the weather was calm. Maybe he was the kind of butterfly that hibernated, which might explain his condition.

When I googled it, I discovered that Peacock butterflies do hibernate, so mystery solved!

Later on that day, I was confronted by another Peacock butterfly. This time on Sam Allen’s website, Peacock Poetry. 

 

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Image from Peacock Poetry

 

Coincidence?

I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

#TheSundayWhirl ~ Wordle 448 #Poetry

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Solemn days

I woke today knowing

there would be no hug for Mother’s Day

I hope the smile on my face

would be a reminder of times gone by

Having kept my distance, I walked home

and put myself in lockdown

Hands clean, I restrict my movements

To shopping for food

Count down the days

Until I can hug my wonderful mother

I call her that evening

To blow kisses down the line…

©anitadawes 2020

Random words… #Poetry

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Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Random words

I woke up this morning

With an Italian word stuck in my head

The word ‘Clemente’

Meaning merciful.

This happens too often

So I decided to write about it

To see if it would help

Often the words are very strange

So I asked Jaye to look them up

On the computer

There are many times

When the word returns

In some programme we are watching

I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me

Random words seem to pop into my head

Whenever they feel like it

With no rhyme or reason

That I can understand

If I were to write them down

String them all together

They wouldn’t make a decent sentence

There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it

Maybe I am just nuts

Alternatively, something is trying to fill

The Swiss cheese holes in my head

There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…

©anitadawes 2020

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 169 #PhotoPrompt

 

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Image Credit: ©2020 Padre Ramblings

 

Wearing green means I can’t be seen today

Leprechauns hide their treasures so deep

One piece of gold will serve me well

To bring good luck all your life

I leave a note to say

IOU you one gold piece

Plus interest

My hunt done

I go

home.

©anitadawes 2020

My Last Escape?

Jaye's Journal x12

 

Visiting the Garden Centre is always a bit risky, for they have some interesting plants (and bonsai too) so I have been known to lose control and I needed to order the wood for the new bonsai shelves.

The weather was dreadful, cold, wet and miserable. Not even the thought of spoiling myself to a new plant (or three) helped to cheer me up.

It had been so long since we had gone anywhere and the journey to the garden centre is a very pleasant one, by the time we were halfway there my mood had improved a lot. I love living in the country, there are so many fields, trees and greenery in Hampshire it’s quite impossible for me to stay miserable for long!

 

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The morning turned into a right fiasco as the only suitable wood they had was a bit fancy and far too expensive. On top of that the man in the timber department didn’t seem to know what he was doing and wanted to charge us a fortune for the wood I wanted, and an extra £20 for delivery!

I tried to remember where I went last time but my brain either couldn’t (or wouldn’t) dredge that information up.

We decided to drive on to another garden centre which was full to the rafters with gorgeous Spring flowers. The wealth of colour was staggering but again I managed to control myself as our garden needs more help than new arrivals now. Their wood department had nothing suitable either so feeling decidedly unloved, travel sick and wet, we went home.

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Once home and warm, I remembered where I went last time. Our local B&Q has a garden centre (and the very wood I needed) at very reasonable prices too.

If the government and Covid-19 have their way, this might well be my last trip to the outside world…

 

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The Dream Weaver… #Poetry

 

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The Dream Weaver

I told you long ago we would meet again

How are you, after a lifetime

Of following false prophets?

Praying to Gods made of clay

Did you receive all you asked for?

Did I not weave your dreams

with steps for you to follow

whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.

I allowed the memory of your night vision

To remain come morning

Yet you wave them away as a fantasy

Night stuff, I heard you call it

Coincidence is brushed aside, misunderstood

Your life was meant to be the stuff of dreams

Yet here you are after fourscore and ten

Before me once more

Are you ready to start again with

the extra guidance I have spoken of?

Will you listen when you hear

strange whispers in the wind?

Will you follow where I lead

and live the life you prayed for?

©anitadawes 2020