A beautiful young girl
Her life snatched back
from the dark scars on her wrists
Time changed the moments she has now
Remembering family, a son
Now she is held by foolish hands
That cannot understand
Her longing to go back to the right time
Pretty lace cannot hide the dark moments here
They hurt like marbles on cobbled stone
They echo of home, each echoed sound
A sharp remembered pain
She knows only one way to stop the echoes
She must go back…
© Anita Dawes 2021
” …of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most…” Mark Twain
The New Year and the new month have been slipping past me at an alarming rate, and what with being under house arrest and suffering a miserable cold (at least I hope it’s a cold) I am becoming a bit depressed.
I haven’t been doing anything creative. I can’t think straight and just realised how close I am getting to despair.
I have small moments of pull yourself together girl and quite a few just have a look at the WIP… but nothing is working. It feels like an eternity since anything was normal, and not much hope of any of it turning up.
Every now and then, I have a moment when life seems better and my head clears, only to vanish again when the paracetamol wears off, leaving me a pathetic sniffing heap again. It isn’t just the aching joints, headache and streaming nose, the depression is worming its way into everything.
I have been trying to keep on top of the emails and other small jobs, but anything else just slips through my fingers. But I have been doing a lot of thinking about the future of Books & Bonsai. Not enough, obviously, to get me doing anything creative but at least the grey matter is trying to function. My WIP is haunting me. It’s a mess, with piles of notes depending on what I have already researched. Before I can move in any direction, I must make a workable plan.
And this morning, that was what I did. The germs have retreated enough to allow a little get up and go to creep back into my life, and I now have a new list.
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In the dark of night any light is welcome
This tiny orange glow, held by a helping hand
Yet I could not walk towards it
A whispering voice in my mind
Telling me there is danger that way
Turn around, come back to me
I have lived here in the dark a long time,
Waiting. Each day you tread this path
So many times I almost touched you
Whispering, hoping you would hear me
Tonight, I know you heard my voice
You remember the times we lived together
The many years that pass your mind
The hand that holds the light
Wants to take you from me
Don’t let them, turn around
I am waiting…
© Anita Dawes 2021
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an old man in a lush park setting. He has long white hair and a long white beard and is dressed in back with a guitar hanging around his neck and a bouquet of flowers in one hand.
Merlin is back, the spell that held him for too long, broken
His search through time begins to find the one he loves, Vivienne
With each finding, he is too late
She has vanished, taken another ride on time
Her adventure never stops
She has Merlin’s magic to guide her and uses it well
She has had many loves since that long time ago
When Merlin chased her, leaving her with one burning idea
She must have his magic. She can feel him behind her
See him now, he has found one of her favourite gardens
By the look of him, he has come to serenade her
Flowers too. How smart he looks.
She feels sorry for him
Her feelings have not changed towards him
He will find the garden empty; his search will go on
He can feel her, just ahead of him
Soon he will trap the one thing his magic let slip away…
© Anita Dawes 2021
I was meant to remember but I could not.
It felt as if a part of my mind had been cut away
Hidden from me
I search the dark space in between
Finding the thin veil that separates our world.
I see the missing part of my memory floating,
hands reaching, trying to take it for their own
I wondered if forgotten memories
lived here in this thin world
Those that live here, need us to forget
To rebuild their broken minds
From the free-floating forgetfulness of others…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Some of us are reposting previous #Writephoto posts to show our support for Sue Vincent, who is not well enough to continue…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.
Soft Morning Mist
Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise
Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels
Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?
When you lived in my house…
Behind the Veil, the hordes of Chaos gather, eager to savage the world. But Kalann il Drakk, First of Chaos, is untroubled by the shimmering wall that holds his beasts at bay. For if he cannot cleanse the land of life, the races will do it for him. All he needs is a spark to light the fire.
Three unlikely allies stand in his way.
A misfit elf plagued by failure—When Elanalue Windthorn abandons her soldiers to hunt a goblin, she strays into forbidden territory.
A changeling who betrays his home—Talin Raska is a talented liar, thief, and spy. He makes a fatal mistake—he falls for his mark.
A halfbreed goblin with deadly secrets—Naj’ar is a loner with a talent he doesn’t understand and cannot control, one that threatens all he holds dear.
When the spark of Chaos ignites, miners go missing. But they won’t be the last to vanish. As the cycles of blame whirl through the Borderland, old animosities flare, accusations break bonds, and war looms.
Three outcasts, thrust into an alliance by fate, by oaths, and the churning gears of calamity, must learn the truth. For they hold the future of their world in their hands.
It took me a few pages to gradually immerse myself into this complex and troubled world. A vastly different world, populated by elves, goblins, and changelings.
Not a peaceful world, with their complicated symmetry but learning their secrets introduced me to a level of world building I haven’t read since Tolkien.
The three main characters really made the story come alive for me.
Alue Windthorn, a headstrong elf with blazing red hair and a temperament to match.
Naj’ar, a magnificent, brooding goblin with mysterious elfin tendencies. I found myself drawn to this enigmatic character, and I suspect Alue was too!
And Talin Raska, a changeling. A sneaky spy, only happy when up to mischief.
Liars and Thieves is a fascinating mix of dangerous situations and the characters reaction to them. This story drew me in, probably for keeps, as I have already started reading the next in the series…
Diana Wallace Peach
D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked. Diana lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two dogs, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.
For book descriptions, excerpts, maps, and behind the scenes info, please visit http://dwallacepeachbooks.com.
For her blog on all things writing, please visit http://mythsofthemirror.com.