‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge. Week #26 Entry #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction ~ @pursoot

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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

Photo Challenge #341 for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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!

Grandma’s Attic… ~ #Poetry

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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

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

Avocado on toast

Who decided we could eat such a thing?
I cannot think of anything worse to put in my mouth
Now that is a lie. I could probably write a long list
Of things that should never go near anyone’s mouth
Avocado, in my mind, must have been planted by aliens
As some kind of April Fool’s joke
Like lambs to the slaughter, humans went for it
Chefs charge a fortune, look at me I have five stars
This is what you get, soap on toast
A nightmare on a rope
My tip, don’t eat the stuff…

© anita dawes 2020

#Twenty Four ~ #FiftyWordThurs ~#Poetry

Twenty Four

Words and Images of Imagination

50 Word Thursday #96

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And the words:

“She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.” – Midnight Pleasures With A Scoundrel – Lorraine Heath

© Deb Whittam 2020

The dark, navy strip of water may look calm
No one thinks to tell you, to warn you
Of Elizabeth, the unknown woman who sails the waters
Taking life as she sees fit
It’s company she seeks
It’s lonely when no one can see you
Until you become as she is, dead.
Hayley took her new boat to the water for the first time
No stranger to the strip of dark water
There are many tales, stories
None strike her as more than urban legends
Today, the river felt darker, different, foreboding
The current stronger than she remembered
Her boat engine cut out and she drifted to the spot
Where the stories began
Cold crept up from her feet, she had little doubt
that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth

Her boat seemed to take on a life of its own
Ben, fishing on the bank, noticed
The strange way the boat rode the water
Securing his rod, he ran alongside, shouting for the captain
Seeing her on the far side the moment she fell in
Her life jacket failed to inflate
He took a running dive, saving her from the fate
the blue lady had in mind for her
The boat secured; all was well that day
Like the number nine bus, there would be another boat along soon
The lady would not have to wait long for her new companion…

© anita dawes 2020

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 entry Part 7) #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

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We humans come in various sizes
each one a discovery of delight
Eyes may well be the windows to the soul
For me, hands tell so much
Smooth, delicate, new-born
To hard calloused working hands
Like my father’s. An estate gardener,
nails black with good earth, he’d say
When my mother reminded him to clean them
Before sitting at our table
Mother’s red, from taking in neighbours washing
It could be said, pride shone from their fingers
They caress, they slap, they clap
to their favourite tune
Best of all, they hold you tight
Keep you fed, safe, warm
throughout your life
Hands speak their own language of love…

©anitadawes 2020

#Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge #340

Photo by Oleg Zaicev on Pexels.com

Christmas may well be celebrated
On the wrong day for Christ’s birth
He also may not have been who we think.
Who cares, Christmas is one of the best days of the year
No matter the date
Snowmen to make under fairy lights
We get to be with family
Eat good food, drink good wine
The kind Jesus turned from water, who knows
It’s tastes good because the company’s good
Gifts are exchanged, games played
The young ones fall asleep cuddling a new toy
The old ones nodding off in their armchair
The remaining few whispering now
So as not to wake the sleeping beauties
New years eve we’ll meet again
In between we skype and visit
Remembering each other’s warmth
The one gift that needs no money
Merry Christmas to one and all…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 55 – 9 November ’20

Image credit; Evan Clark@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a person precariously balanced, standing on a fallen tree trunk hanging over a body of water)

Balanced on the edge of nowhere
The broken tree surfs the air
Cold water below shows his shadow
With his head in the clouds
He cannot survive in the world
of miniatures that he sees
Across the pond, the land, hidden by mist
Beckons him on
Come do as Christ did, walk on water
This he knows to be impossible
Shaking his head to move his thoughts on
He loses his balance
The water, cold, takes his breath
He blacks out before breaking the surface
With a thousand tiny life vests around his waist
He remembers his last thought
Good things come in small parcels…

©anitadawes 2020

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#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 202, #SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:

Imagine & Gratitude

All
good things
They can wait
Tomorrows thanks
when spoken early
Carry big surprises
Respond with grace and honour
Your acknowledgment is received
Doors to the Universe are open
Let all the good things fall into your lap…

©anitadawes 2020

Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 5: Flash Fiction Challenge

November 5, 2020, prompt:

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about lost time.

Humans would call me a bad fairy
They don’t know much about my world
I am known as a Too Tak
I need to steal time
In order to feed the hunger inside
Without this, my kind don’t live long
Let’s face it, humans get plenty of time
To lose a little won’t hurt
Half an hour here and hour there
What harm can it do?
They think the clocks are wrong
Running slow or fast
They blame the time loss on bad memory
When my time is done
They get the borrowed time back
As a lost memory…

©anitadawes 2020