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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ New Image Prompt Week #39. Join in The Fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction @pursoot
I have to say the super dog looks set to catch the corn dog
A lot more fun than the Millenium Wheel in London
However, my granddaughter looking over my should said
It looks like a giant fan. That would keep the room real cool
She’s right, but I cannot imagine it in my living room
I would love to take a ride on it with my granddaughter
That night, as I slept on one of the hottest nights of the year
With my microscopic fan, compared to the super dog
Wishing so hard that a cool breeze would come and help me sleep
If I could dream the breeze that crossed my bed then
There would be no need for electric fans
Thank God for hotdogs, as we call them
The mind is a wonderful thing…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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Eugi’s Causerie… #Poetry
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dreamcatcher – March 4, 2021
Thanks to my dream catcher
I now live in a world ruled by moonlight
A soft glow that knocks the hard edges from the world
Oh, I hear you say, we need sun
To grow food and much more
Here, under the moonlight,
magic weaves warm days
Rain too, if you wish it
In a world coloured by your desire
Blue feels like I have stepped into a warm ocean
Yellow would be a world of sunlight
Dark ochre, winter is on its way
I sleep safely under the moonlight
Thanks to my dreamcatcher…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #Poetry
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #108
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a young couple sitting on a bed drinking coffee together and the young woman is whispering something young man’s ear.
On a spare bed, we made ourselves
With more cups of coffee than we need
I would freeze the moment forever
Because of her whisper that now lives in my heart
Each word a precious jewel I never thought I would hear
She loves me. Is it the beautiful bed we made
Or the sweet coffee that binds her to my side
I do not need an answer
The magic has been made…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday… #Poetry
#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 215, #POET’SCHOICE
Don’t
You know
Tomorrows
Ghosts looking back
They forgot to say
Of yesterday’s best play
Had fallen short of screaming
Looking now to send chills down spines
Beware of ghosts that see tomorrows
Fear that lives under beds, behind curtains…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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#MLMM Wordle #229 #Poetry
Books take us on strange journeys
One minute, a sunny teenager
Next, we flee danger, seek shelter
Get a grip, turn the page
Dress for the next chapter
Round each new corner, surprises wait
Demons, ghosts, colour blinding moments
Wild animal chasing, you have become the hunted
Breach the empty space in front of you
Enter the new stellar universe
Stas so many you cannot count
Do you stay among the stars, or find your way home
Will you wake with the open book on your lap?
Did you read your journey, or dream it?
© Anita Dawes 2021
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Serendipity… #Acrostic Poem
#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry
February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story.
Frozen with horror by the razor-sharp edge,
the blade at my throat, the overlapping fear of warm blood
Free flowing from my body, zoning out into darkness
Falling into a world of blank memory, near to death
I see the dark cloaked figure of an angel gently waking my sleeping body
Not realising, my spirit had decided to jump around the room with joy
Without letting me know where the happiness comes from
I lie there wondering why I had been sent an angel wearing L plates
Would she pull the two halves of my body together in time?
© Anita Dawes 2021
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Empty Streets… #Poetry
I told my story to the empty streets of London
While the stars stood witness to my pain
The day I witnessed Heaven burning
Leaving me with no way home
I fell to earth before the flames could reach me
My story told, before I reached this realm
With so little truth to tell
Yes, my wings are less than white
Because my tongue I could not hold
For speaking out against the Mighty One
Now they are singed beyond repair
I cannot go home without His help
Sorry is the hardest word, it burns my throat
I must find a different way
to find my rightful place among the stars
Leave the empty streets of London
To their own way of sinning…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #38 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity
Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running,
the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching
I swim with the memory in mind
Trying to dive in and out of the water
A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds
Is all I can manage
Their energy and strength is missing from my body
Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water
In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin.
Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves
Like a hot knife through butter
A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…
© Anita Dawes 2021
