For Sue Vincent… #Acrostic Poem @SCVincent

Sunshine fingers reaching out
Uniting all in touch
Evening comes, starlight bright
Vibrant colours of cosmic order
Inviting you to stand and say
Nice to have known you, Starbright
Carrying the torch of love
Engaging all who read your words
Never condescending, always light, your
Touch sunshine bright…

© Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie 2021

#MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #350

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982

I brought this sketchy black and white print at a boot sale.
Hung it on my bedroom wall.
Hoping I would find a partner soon.
Be careful what you wish for
For I got more than I bargained for
Each night he would come, turning my nights
into a wild dance of love
Try as I might, I could not hold on to him until morning.
The space beside me remains empty…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee #WDYS #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 62 – December 28th 2020

Image credit; Rhaúl V. Alva @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a puppy wearing a Christmas hat, sitting in a bed. You can see the Christmas tree lit up in the background)

Jack, my husband brought home
A golden four-legged friend
What he doesn’t realise is
This furry bundle of joy
Is terrible twos wrapped up in one
He is going to eat us out of house and home
Literally anything that stands still
The couch, shoes, slippers, you get the idea
Just when we had said goodbye
To the last of our two-legged bundles of joy
I finally had the house to myself
Everything where it belongs
Now we must go walkies
Pick up small, warm bundles to carry home
After a few days you will find
This furry stranger has taken your heart
And made it his own
He will lead you where he wants to go
And you will be happy to do so
Another happy new year
With my new best friend Toby…

© anita dawes 2020

FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

December 17, 2020, prompt: Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features stilettos. Who will wear them and why? Go where the prompt leads!

The office Christmas party
Something I didn’t look forward to
Mark would be there
In dreams, he does not see the scar on my cheek
Walking home,
a beautiful pair of stilettos caught my eye
I bought them, hoping he would
see only the sparkles on my feet
At school I could never hide
from the harsh words of others
These days I can wear my hair long,
it helps, like closing a curtain
I walked around the house
wearing these shoes
Feeling like a fairy princess
the office party would be fine
Because in dreams he loves me…

© anita dawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

December 10: Flash Fiction Challenge

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something a character never dreamed would happen. The situation can be fortuitous, funny, or disappointing. Go where the prompt leads!

The day of the big move, here at last
Mum said everything would be done
For my twelfth birthday
Granddad put a spoke in the wheel
I’m not moving, he said
Sat in his old armchair
We didn’t know what dad said to him.
The moving man took his chair
He sat sulking in the car
I sat in the back seat with grandad
He grabbed my hand. I’m scared, Billy.
Your gran won’t know where we are…
I had no idea grandad was so soft
He has always been the backbone of our family
But Gran’s still here…

© anita dawes 2020

Touch… #Poetry

Image by Pixabay.com

When you touch me
Time runs
My skin boils to screaming point
Each fingertip pressure
Sacred joy remembered
You trace my dreams
with scenes of wonder
Love, free from restrictions
made by hollow minds
Where frozen air fills time and space
A screaming point of a different kind
I am called back from dreaming
by warm hands touch…

© anita dawes 2020

Muse less…

Diana Peach shared a lovely post the other day, about an interesting conversation she had with one of her muses. We have all been invited to share our own experiences…

I wasn’t surprised to find Samuel, my strange muse/mentor sitting in my office that afternoon.

The house was quiet, Anita was having a nap. I had planned to spend time on the WIP, but I already knew I would be wasting my time.

Summoning up the ghost of a smile, I wondered what I was in for this time. He never came just to talk about the weather.

“I’m surprised you can still smile, Jaye, with everything that has been happening in your world. I do not need to ask how you are, or Anita for that matter, as I have been observing you both for weeks.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and slowly sink into my chair. Here, at least, might I find some practical sympathy and advice?

“Now, there’s not much I can do about outside influences, but putting your writing back on track should help, as I have always found this to be a great help in my own life. For a start, your latest work in progress has been on a back burner for far too long. The secret of getting ahead is getting started and I am glad to see that you are making a start. But … your character ARCs need work, and your main character needs an ally. I also think you have the wrong point of view and at least one misplaced character.”

He proceeded to list everything that was wrong with my current WIP. Most of which made perfect sense, as usual. His comments uplifted me, and my depression retreated into the next room. My head bursting with fresh ideas, I just had to write them down.

I stopped writing and looked up to thank him, but he had gone, leaving just the faint memory of pipe tobacco smoke and the memory of his snowy moustache…

When I first started writing, people often spoke about their muses. I didn’t seem to have one or understand what they were going on about. I sometimes heard that Jiminy Cricket voice in my head but didn’t think that was what they meant. Anyway, that voice only ever told me what not to do, so not much help really.

I have had to be stubbornly independent for most of my life, always finding it difficult to accept criticism advice, so assumed I didn’t need a muse and quite happy without one.

So early in 2019, when I wrestled with Silent Payback, Samuel came to see me, and I finally had me a muse of my own. You can read about that meeting here… https://jenanita01.com/2018/11/19/jayes-journal-an-unexpected-visitor/

He only visits when he knows I need sorting out, and I often think of messing up, just for a visit…

© Jaye Marie 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 46 – 7 September 2020

Image credit: Dan Grinwis- Unsplash

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a person walking in a desert, dwarfed by huge sand dunes. A long line of their footsteps can be seen behind them)

Just
Around
The corner
He said it was
No mention of sand
The endless miles of dunes
I should give up, turn around
But which way will take me back home?
Far away from all this endless sand
Not further away from all I hold dear…

©JayeMarie 2020

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Wonder Woman…

Yes, the Wonder Woman has returned!

And looking surprisingly well after her ordeal and determined to carry on where she left off before the proverbial stuff hit the fan.

Anita also came home with even more medication than last time, plus a daily injection, all of which to be carefully administered by little old me.

We also have a new set of worries, due mainly to the fact that Anita is still not fixed, not quite yet. It will take a pacemaker to do that. Her heart must settle down first, clear the rather large clot that is preventing the left side of her heart from working properly, and recover enough for a pacemaker to be possible.

This requires an intense regime of blood thinners and warfarin, a nasty drug that needs constant monitoring and blood tests. All worth it if the pacemaker returns Anita to full health!

Turns out it wasn’t a second heart attack after all. Due to the massive damage the first one caused and the presence of a large clot inside Anita’s heart, it just couldn’t cope. It stopped minutes after we arrived at the emergency department. Luckily, they managed to bring her back, but it was touch and go for a while.

Apparently, the first heart attack was what they like to call the widow maker because it is usually fatal.

So the fact Anita is here at all is miraculous and something we are all grateful for…