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

©AnitaDawes2022

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

Colleen’s Challenge ~ #Poetry

Picture credit: Britta Benson. This photograph was taken inside St. Cecilia’s Church (built in 1739), Heusenstamm, Germany. 

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

Image by Joshua Woroniecki from Pixabay 
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

#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…

©AnitaDawes2022

Enjoy!

Falling… #Poetry

Image by Simon from Pixabay ~ Poem by A Dawes

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!

Strange Things… #Poetry

Image by John Hain from Pixabay
Inside the story
Minds unravel
People do the strangest things
Over the smallest slights
Sisters fall out
Seconds later they make up
Impossible whispers make the rounds
Bubbles burst
Leaving too many exposed
Exit stage left…

©AnitaDawes2022

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