Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #116

The image is from agevla77 at DeviantArt.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man dressed as a clown with a sad expression walking outside in a wintry storm.

His sad, painted face
The only colour in a snow-covered field
He shines out, like a strange fallen star
Calling out for help
Running from the circus
From his cruel ring master
Joey’s only wish is to find a place to call home
To wash his face clean
To let his heart love and be loved
He has run many times, washed his face
Only for the paint to return
Leaving him with only the circus to call home
Where he remembers selling his soul to be…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 80 – May 3, 2021

Image credit; Alka Jha @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows Sphinx in the desert of Giza, Egypt)

The Sphinx, a lonely reminder of an age
Long gone from the sands of Egypt.
Secrets yet to be revealed.
God, give me a way to look back, to watch the building,
to hear the conversation, to know the truth.
Buried for so long, it’s back to tease us.
To stir the mind, to wonder at the many secrets
Hidden beneath hot sand.
Time will push them out…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie


Wordle #239

Morning did nothing to shake the cobwebs from last night’s dream.
They had decided to exhume my mother-in-law.
The piquant reminder followed me around.
My wife seemed to be in with the fallout,
cooking crepes for breakfast. Mother’s favourite.
Friday, late afternoon, I skipped work.
Sat in the park, beneath the cherry blossoms
I watched that age-old chase, boys after girls.
Wishing I could shave off a few years.
The masculine in me, feeling insecure.
She who always has to be obeyed has cast a large shadow.
I am in awe of my wife’s ability to be nothing like her late mother.
I must admit, I may have painted her darker than necessary…

© Anita Dawes 2021

To Be… #Poetry

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

To hear a newborn baby cry
A toddler laughs with joy
The clash of stars above our heads
Whispered secrets from the universe
Those strange moments that enter our heads
Thoughts, we think we placed there
Later to find the gifts sent in disguise
Most welcome, please send more
The last book dictated by the invisible realm
Went to number one, I would like to do it again
I would love to hear the music of the spheres
Like a soft breeze that passes my ear
Leaving a smile on my face
That reads, I heard you…

To see the hurt on someone’s face
To feel the pain that lies between the ribs is a gift,
do you step up, hold out a helping hand
Or walk away?
When fate lies a stranger’s burden at your feet
Pick it up, carry that cross, as far as it needs
Your karma will feel the cleansing power of such an act
The more you do, the more you receive stain-free karma
If in doubt, check out the new and wonderful gifts
That enter your life when having helped when seen the need…

Speak in soft tones that hold love close
That soothes the brokenhearted
Stays the tears of a baby fighting sleep
Speak on fresh lined paper, to a pen pal far away
Words that are wanted, welcomed
Speak of adventures, stories from grandpas days
Speak of love as I lay in your arms
Words that keep me there for more years
Than beads on a rosary…

How do you learn to fly a plane?
To me, it seems out of reach
As does driving a car at 200 miles an hour
To ride a horse at 40 miles an hour at Ascot
My legs turn weak at the thought
Those that do, I believe, are gifted at birth
Or it could be written in their destiny
It could be that simple
There are those that do, and those who wish they could
I did pass my driving test first time
It’s the best thing I learned to do, until now
I check my thoughts before I let my mind speak
This saves a lot of aggro
I do that thing where you praise someone
To make them feel better
That’s a good one, it seems to work both ways
There are many things we can do
That don’t involve a plane or a horse
Little things that mean a lot…

Unspoken words tear at my mind
The thoughts of others, like flying arrows
Looking for a mark, a place to be acted upon
Beware the second-hand thoughts
that can change your destiny
Think twice before you act
You could be living a half-life, never knowing
Who or where the strange thoughts came from
Not recognising it as a usurper
We too readily accept that which enters our mind
Lucky is the man who knows his own…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ #Sunday Writing Prompt:

Image from pixabay.com

Floating free, surrounded by light,
I found a tiny planet that drew me in.
I walked for miles before finding a living being.
Tiny, like the planet. No more than four foot tall.
Asking where I could find a bed for the night,
He pointed down the road to a small yellow building.
I’m not what you call tall, five foot nine.
I hoped the inside might be larger.
Bending to enter the door, I could see how small everything was.
The lady behind the desk slapped her hand over her mouth
to stifle a scream. “You cannot stay here!”
Backing out of the door, I sat on the pavement,
wondering how I could return home.
The kindness of strangers fed me, they sat with me.
“You’re stuck with us for a while, the next big energy wave
Won’t be back for the next two years.
“That’s your ride back home. In the meantime,
we can build you a place of your own.
“In return, you can work in the fields for us.”

I was beginning to feel like Gulliver.
Later in the evening, would I hear, “Twelve o clock and all’s well?”
If I am dreaming, don’t wake me. Let me stay a while…

© Anita Dawes 2021

New2Writing ~ #writephoto challenge ~ Lake

#WRITEPHOTO – Lake

Lake – Image by Sadje

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a lake surrounded by trees and a mountain range in the distance. On the lake edge, you can see a lonesome log floating and a grassy flowered edge.

Gentle water spirits play beneath reflected sky.
While a fallen log floats free towards a flowered bank
Where humans walk hand in hand
Under moonlit skies, beyond the trees,
the mountains whisper of magic
Laid down by ancient hands
Buried deep in granite rock.
It can still be found by those of purest heart,
so, the legend goes.
While others tell of Merlin’s buried treasure
His book of spells, Arthur’s sword
Splinters of the round table beneath the ragged rock
They say Knights are sleeping,
Waiting for Merlin to ring the bell.
Over the years, many have reported
hearing a bell ringing.
Would you answer the call?
I would if it meant I could speak to Merlin…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

April 29: Flash Fiction Challenge

Hit the road, Jack. Your times up
Life in the slow lane isn’t working for me
I need more. With you, it’s all or nothing.
It’s nothing. I’m fed up with holes in my shoes
Sleeping in bus shelters
Going hungry for days on end
I’m tired of your promises
It’s time for me to go my own way
found out this was not as easy as it sounds
When you have nothing, it’s hard to find anything
I found a friend who took me in, gave me a chance
Warm food in my belly. I will not mess up…

© Anita Dawes 2021