Summer Rain… #Poetry
relationships
Letters to a Friend ~ Part Two ~ #Fiction
My Dearest Anne,
After receiving your letter last week, I had a lot to think about and to tell you. First, I am so pleased that Jack’s landscape business is doing so well that he has employed you to do the books. I will take up your suggestion of checking the census to see if I can find out more about Flo and Albert.
However, I must tell you, I decided to check the attic as you suggested and under a loose floorboard by the round window seat, I found love letters to Flo from someone called Margaret. From the contents, I could tell they were very much in love. I cannot tell if Albert knew about this.
The strange thing is, ever since finding them and reading them, Flo has been quiet. Not a peep from her all last week. Albert, on the other hand, is haunting my dreams. He stands beside my bed, telling me to look under the step. I can only assume he means the front step.
Can you imagine what Richard would do if I started digging it up? I can already see the men in white jackets arriving.
Night after night, Albert is most insistent, so I have decided to ask Richard if we can have a porch built. In light of having parcels left on the doorstep, he thinks this is a good idea. The builders will be starting in two weeks’ time.
It may be nothing, but I am worried as to why Flo is being so quiet.
I loved your idea of writing a book about this, and I am giving it thought.
Richard is still wondering why I use pen and paper rather than email. I tell him that emails are too impersonal when talking with a friend.
Looking forward to your next letter,
Your dearest friend,
Alice
to be continued…
another episode of Anita’s WIP… possibly a new book! what do you think of it so far?
The Rising Moon… #Poetry #Wordle 572 ~ TheSundayWhirl
We made love under the shadow of the rising moon The ghosts of our ancestors danced in celebration Nothing between us but time and space Angels watching in mute silence There is no way to break the spell To throw away our souls No way to give words to the moment… ©AnitaDawes2022
Playing ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 570 ~ #Poetry
Colleen’s Challenge ~ #Poetry
Born conjoined lived as one haunted, they cry for a better life hiding in dark spaces they dream of how they might be if only they had been born as one in a world of possibilities their crying can still be heard to this day… ©AnitaDawes2022
Haunting Secrets… #Poetry
Colour of moonlight in her eyes, haunting secrets, half hidden Overshadowed by tears held back, she has my heart Nearer to death, she walks through fire The flames don’t touch her Quick as lightning, she runs ahead of dark storms Under moonlight, I watch her swim through the milky way Every beat of my heart, calls for her to stay Return home, the door is open, I wait Overnight, the many prayers I whisper swim towards her Rushing through my days, eager for evening Stars appear, I wait… ©AnitaDawes2022
Silent Sunday… Togetherness…
#Empty Rooms… #Poetry
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… ©AnitaDawes2022
Falling… #Poetry
Falling out of love I find Opportunities I thought lost Understanding what to do, however Nothing I could think of helps Drowning is how I felt Always the same feelings repeated Too late, you lost me In moonlight I sleep On wings of white I fly late at night Nearer to you, before we fall out of love… ©AnitaDawes2022
Another wonderfully sad, heartbreaking poem from Anita!
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 