Broken Fields… #FlashFiction

I left my love in a broken field where no flowers grow.
This, written on a card with a red rose lying on top, I found on my doorstep.
Who left it or why means nothing to me.
I popped the rose in a small vase, dropping the card in my pocket.
I left for work and the who drove me mad all morning.
There are so many fields where no flowers grow.
The unknown author must have a place in mind.
Over lunch, the word ‘broken’ struck me, lodging itself in my mind,
until I came up with the graveyard.
That is the broken field where no flowers grow.
I am the ghost the rose belongs to…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

April 1: Flash Fiction Challenge

April 1 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a swift passage. You can take inspiration from any source. Who is going where and why. What makes it swift? Go where the prompt leads!

The red flame of life, love, spirituality,

the journey taken with friends

Has too swiftly been blown out.

The echoes remain, words, wisdom, and kindness.

They stay, like a pic and mix

Sending that strange thought to mind

Words written, that meant so much more,

Because of the space between

Reading the white space between her words

Feels like the sudden scent of a bowl of potpourri

Letting you know she doesn’t forget

The time spent with family, friends.

The journey forward may be swift

Her zest for life, too strong to prevent her

Returning for one more go…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Ghostbusters acrostic Poem

Image by helponhand from Pixabay

Our tribute to Captain Tom

Ground control to Major Tom
Hold on, strap in tight
Operation Nightfall is a go
Sending extra troops
To new target
Bombs loaded, you’re good to go
Undercarriage all secure
Signal left will let you know
Take off when ready
Enter enemy space
Race your way back home
Sentinels line the airstrip, awaiting your arrival…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Others… #Poetry

Image by 근식 박 from Pixabay

The Others

I was meant to remember but I could not.
It felt as if a part of my mind had been cut away
Hidden from me
I search the dark space in between
Finding the thin veil that separates our world.
I see the missing part of my memory floating,
hands reaching, trying to take it for their own
I wondered if forgotten memories
lived here in this thin world
Those that live here, need us to forget
To rebuild their broken minds
From the free-floating forgetfulness of others…

© Anita Dawes 2021