The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 462


Dreaming of cotton candy days
Through a cacophony of birdsong
I pull my bed cover to caress my chin
Can I stay in bed today?
Colour my thoughts
As to who I want to be tomorrow.
I hear the blackbird call
This takes me back to childhood
Conkers and sunshine
Oh, how I covet yesterday…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 461

Nothing had changed since the last time I was here.

The same chill in the autumn air, the smell of wood smoke from the campfires.

I made my way to my favourite camp site, nestling in the shelter of the mountain. I was far enough away from the crowds who always gathered at this time of year, all yearning to see the thousands of Monarch butterflies gather before starting their migration.

I alone knew the perfect place.

I followed the stream beside the old logging trail, with birdsong for company, each twist and turn increasing my anticipation.

Finally, I stood in the secret glade and looked around, thrilled to find they were already here. Every tree was covered in a blanket of living leaves, thousands of colourful butterflies at rest, barely moving in the slight breeze.

I held my breath. Had I chosen the right moment?

As if some signal had been given, the butterflies slowly took flight, soaring up into the sky, leaving me with mixed feelings of joy and sadness in my heart…

© JayeMarie 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

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.


The sight of spring flowers
pushing me back to the sixties
Where we believed in liquid bliss
Not the bottle kind
It’s something in the air
It washes over you.
Dark days drop away
Days when we wore flowers in our hair
Music, smiles on people’s faces
Especially on the faces of my grandchildren
When I speak about the old days, strange clothes,
like the bell bottom jeans, the mini skirt.
Nowadays, I walk home washed over
With good vibrations
From the smile of a stranger
who offers to carry my shopping bags
I look for tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 460 #Poetry


What is it good for?

History speaks of war
Souls lost to man’s envy
Rights demanded for this and that
With no platform
The desperate, the outnumbered
The small voices never heard
Dismaying, forcing me to pray
Words feathered into dust
Hope jeopardised by the threat
Of history repeating itself
Unless we put a stop to it now…

©anitadawes 2020

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt

Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay

Look
into
my green eyes
I’m in disguise
My true form hidden
Guarded by evil witch
Aurelia’s cold dark hand
Holds my soul in black granite rock
Merlin’s my name, whispered on the wind
or love of Arthur, you can set me free…

©anitadawes 2020

You can tell that Colleen loves cats!


#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 11: Flash Fiction Challenge

June 11, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story deep waters. It can be literal or metaphorical. Think of a place and person and situation. Explore. Bathe. Renew. Go where the prompt leads!


Forgotten by the people they had made
They came from a timeless place
Cold, hollow, brittle
I hoped they would not speak
For fear my bones would break
Already I am fading from this world
I heard a soft voice take my hand
You have fallen into a pit of despair
Let me pull you out…
I felt myself reaching for something
For something I could not see
The sea had swallowed me
Dashing my body against sharp rocks
Reaching my hand above the waves
Mind and body pulled together as one
I was no longer treading deep water…

©anitadawes 2020

#What would You Do?

Image by Giani Pralea from Pixabay

What would you do?

I have become eager for sunset
For night to fall,
when I can retire to my bedroom
To spend the dark hours with David
who makes my skin glow?
Forcing me to reach out for his touch
The feel of his face against my neck
He whispers, I cannot stay long.
His time is growing short
He must move on soon.
My heart breaks, I cannot lose him
I will leave my life to follow him
To spend time in his world
What would you do
to keep your perfect lover?

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 33 – 8 June 2020

Image credit – Pixabay ; DianaZG

(For visual challenged readers, the image shown a boy standing next to a Stegosaurus, dinosaur I a park land)

Walking with a friend

I envy my son his dreams
Most nights he walks with dinosaurs
That lie beyond his bed
Through lush green parks
Fields of gold
He calls him red
A gently giant, a vegetable eating friend
No harm can come in dreams I’m told
I worry when a loud thud
hits the ceiling above my head
As if a giant foot fell from my son’s bed…

©anitadawes 2020

BlogBattle ~ Liberate #Poetry

#BlogBattle: Liberate

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Share your work. Read that of other writers. Blog Battle is a monthly writing prompt to inspire writers and entertain readers.

Blogbattle_LIBERATE

June 2020 Blog Battle

Our contribution for this month!

Image by Pixabay Poem by Anita Dawes

Basic Rules:

The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.

Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.

RULES

  1. 1000 words max (give or take a few)
  2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
  3. Any genre that fits within PG-13 (or less) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
  4. Your story must contain the randomly chosen word(s) and/or be centered around the word meaning in a way that shows it is clearly related.
  5. Go for the entertainment value!
  6. Put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section
  7. Please tweet and otherwise share your battler buddies’ stories across social media.
    1. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting all the stories so we can cross-share.
  8. Have fun!

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie…

Photo Challenge #318

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– Mind Core

One red ribbon

I am coming home
with a scarlet ribbon
On red velvet skies,
cut by a sharp crescent moon
Below stands a lonely figure,
bathed in blood.
His sins revealed,
his young victim safe
from further abuse.
I have moved from dark to light,
through many worlds
to save the lives my mind has touched.
To live a life in a coma
they say, cannot be
I am here to tell you,
awake now from too long a sleep
Annie’s life is peaceful 
I hold her scarlet ribbon…

©anitadawes 2020

This prompt is perfect for my book, The Scarlet Ribbon