Dark Water… #Poetry

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Dark Water

Standing on the edge of the abyss

Dark river below

Mind questioning

Do I, don’t I jump

See what lies on the other side

For a moment it was like flying

Before the dark water cradled my body

My mind caught in a vortex

Why am I not dead?

Am I to remain trapped?

In watery darkness for eternity?

Did my soul take the leap?

Is my body standing, looking over the abyss?

Can each live on, separate

Is my body empty of all it once knew

Will my soul journey on?

Learn more than the world knows today

Will I come back to my body with new ideas?

Changing myself, the world I will then inhabit

Would it be better to remain?

in the soft womb like darkness

Free from pain, decision

If I am to know, I must fight my way back…

©anitadawes

Summer Days… #Poetry

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Summer Days

Battersea Park

My childhood playground

Boating lake, paddling pool

Splash and laugh all day

Buy a bag of chips

On the way home

Wrapped in newspaper

that did not stain your hands

making the chips taste all the better

treasured moments now

I remember them too often

Wishing I could turn the clock back

For just one day…

©anitadawes 2020

#Flashfiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

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Stories to Tell

A simple wooden bench

Beneath welcome shade

May not seem exciting

The stories it could tell

Of lover’s first kiss

Under moonlight

It’s now their go-to place

After fifty years

Each kiss as good as the first

That’s what they would tell you

Margaret and Ethel

Meet there at lunchtime

Discuss their aches and pains

Walk home feeling less lonely

Sixty-year-old Tom

Brings breadcrumbs

To feed the pigeons

Remembering times

His wife sat beside him

This simple wooden structure

Serves the community

I thank God it’s there

To sit, watch life go by

More stories yet to tell…

©anitadawes 2020

The Old Lantern… #Poetry

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The Old Lantern

The old lantern swung its yellow light

Outside number 9 Millpond road

When the moon was full

Alice gave birth to her son

Who screamed the night awake?

Wrapping him in the only linen she had

She walked out into the full moon night

The old yellow light fading behind her

Alice lay down and slept by the old woodpile

Would anyone find them, before the night

Stole their lives away?

An angel of the Lord found them there

Bright yellow moon lit their pale countenance

Their souls lifted from the poverty

that lay ahead of them…

©anitadawes 2020

Outside…

 

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Outside

When morning shadows fade

I shrink back into darkness

Forgotten until daylight

When I can once again search

For the one who stole my lifeforce

While I was dreaming me.

Yet, he has no face, not fully formed

I must be quick before he takes

More from the shadows

To become the one I am meant to be

Leaving me in darkness

Never to step into the light

To find my own form

To live outside my own form

My own shadow…

©anitadawes 2020

#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

January 16: 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.

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Wave your hands in the air

Like you just don’t care!

They do care very much

About the conditions they work in

Too often the loos don’t flush

Water is turned off

Waiting repair

Which takes too long

Poor management in winter

Means working in the cold

This in turn, slows down production

Which means working late

No extra pay

Too many break times cancelled

People become sick

Our floor manager asked

For hot drinks to be made

Every four hours

This went down with management

like a lead balloon

it’s no wonder we’re shouting

and waving our arms…

©anitadawes 2020

 

Cold… #Poetry

 

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Cold

Frost white morning

I slip my head beneath my duvet

No way are my feet moving

From this warm cover

Today I stay hidden from the world

To dream of things to come

A future made of stardust

 With bright green jewels

A land where you leave a wish

Knowing it will come true…

©anitadawes 2020

Undo… #Poetry

 

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Undo

In your blood

I have written your end

I am not death but

You know me

Yet cannot pronounce my name

I have circled the Universe with stars

So many, you cannot see them all

Their number is how long

Man shall remain on this planet

You are my children

My favourite toys

If I could start creation again

I would rewrite the end in your blood…

©anitadawes 2020