The Queen… #AcrosticPoetry

Queen Elizabeth II

Quick and light, she walked through our lives
Under dark skies she became our beacon of hope
Every ready to do what must be done
Ever a smile, a word of wisdom when needed
Never judging her subjects
Elizabeth, our queen, ready to do her duty worldwide
Little did she ask in return
Inside each petalled flower, love smiles back
Zephyr, a soft spirit wind that will blow 
             through our memories forever
After a while, we will greet our new king
Best monarch for over seventy years
Elizabeth, our queen has died, long live the King
Together, with his mother's hand at his back, he will rule
Holding all her values, all her thoughts in mind…


Once in a Lifetime… #Poetry

Image by Silke from Pixabay ~ Poem by ©AnitaDawes2022

Once in a Lifetime

Can there ever be another you?
Having searched the world over the answer is no
Angels only fall to earth once in a lifetime
Memories of sparkling blue eyes, rosebud lips
Picture postcards, flashbacks soothe the dark night
Inside my wallet I keep a white feather
One day soon, I hope we will meet again
Now I have to sleep, to dream, to keep your face ever young…


Her Name is Rose… MindlovemiseryMenagerie ~ #Poetry #Wordle 283

Image by Petra from Pixabay 
Beware the howl beneath the full moon
Old letters come to light, 
damaging claims that could 
make the family uncomfortable
The child is not yours
Letters found by an obsessive neighbour
Who rubbed her hand at the news
she hoped would shake the family
Little knowing her husband 
admired his wife’s resolve
To bring up the child left 
on her doorstep as her own
The letters dated from the war
Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket
The note read, I am sixteen, 
I cannot take care of her
Her name is Rose.
So why now, so many years later 
does someone want to remind them 
they are not the child’s parents?
Questions that may never be answered…


A Dream Space… #Poetry

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay ~ Poem by A Dawes

A Dream Space

Inside time there is a dream space
Never has there been a time like now
For dreams to come true
Afraid to sleep, don’t be
Memories fade into shadows
Often repeated in a new life
Under warm covers, you must dream it first
So that you can be reborn...


#Empty Rooms… #Poetry

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 
I found my sisters artwork hidden 
in the shadow of her empty rooms
An old sketch caught my eye
Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house
Damp air from my open window
made me hold my breath
A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves
The rustle made me think of her footsteps
Something I haven’t heard in over a year
Harsh words had passed between us
Christmas coming up, I keep my fingers crossed
We can make things better around the family table
I breathe slow, as we pull a cracker together
Fingers crossed; we can put the harsh words behind us…



Shadows…  (or a touch of backward thinking)


Some people live charmed lives, don’t they?

Everything good seems to drop in their laps. As I get closer to the end of my days, I have been unable to stop wondering why my life had to be the way it was. Back then, I always seemed to be at the end of the queue when dishing out happy days.

I would have settled for dull and boring days, anything but one more day of misery.

People who know me know I am a trier, and I sometimes wonder if that was half the trouble. Maybe if I wasn’t so willing to accept everything that fate threw at me, my life might have been easier to live. Not known for ducking and diving, you see. At the time, I thought all I had to do was wait until I was old enough to do my own thing.

I was determined to climb to the top of the dung heap, to breathe fresh, clean air, the air of success, of possibilities, and make something of my life. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, this never really happened. I trudged through an endless succession of hopeless situations.

I hurtled from one mistake to another. They were never the same mistake, though, something I remember with a touch of pride, not that it helped much.

My life is full of shadows. Shadows that haunt me every day.

My heart is like a piece of Kintsugi, carefully repaired many times but hanging in there like a trooper.

Kintsugi fosters the idea that a broken object can be repaired and be made useful once again. It tells us we can always begin anew despite past failures. Accepting imperfections helps us to break free from the obsession with perfectionism which causes unnecessary stress and inhibits creativity and productivity.

Getting older has been a Godsend for me. I am more in control now, and many shadows have faded, no longer waiting in the corners to ruin my days. There are one or two things I would love to change, to put right what I did wrong all those years ago, but time sometimes makes this impossible.

As my life slows down and my memories lose clarity, I hope to enjoy the gathering peace for a while longer…

Long Grass… #Poetry

Image by Thomas Hoang from Pixabay

Playing inside the long grass
Happy, safe, childhood free of pain
In my family’s hands I grew
Leaving home, my first pain
Arrives, concealed in sweetness
Dad kissed my cheek, waved me on
Education, part of the plan
Later, life grew strange
Pushed by my peers
Hell was raised
In pain, loss of innocence
Away I staggered from college life
             to the safety of my home…


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