Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #108

The image is from Ba Tik @ Pexels.com.

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

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #WDYS #Poetry

What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021

Image credit; Lucas Albuquerque

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights)

We had been looking forward to our visit to Paris, the City of Light, and our expectations were high. Especially the Eiffel Tower, always so magical in photographs!

In the daylight hours, however, it didn’t seem very magical. Interesting enough, I suppose, the way the size of it dominates the city. Painted a nondescript brown, reducing the magnificent structure to nothing more than a pile of boring metal work during the day.

We loved the Louvre and the beautiful gardens of the Bois de Boulogne. Notre Dame Cathedral was impressive, which almost made up for the earlier disappointment.

That first evening though, we discovered a completely transformed City of Light, so magical, and glamourous enough for anyone. Ruled over by a transformed and gleaming Tower, now gloriously impressive.

I had to know what made such a difference, and this is what I discovered…

“Constructed using puddle iron, the Tower is protected from oxidation by several coats of paint to ensure that it lives forever.

The Tower has been re-painted 18 times since its initial construction, an average of once every seven years. It has changed colour several times, passing from red-brown to yellow-ochre, then to chestnut brown and finally to the bronze of today, slightly shaded off towards the top to ensure that the colour is perceived as the same all the way up as it stands against the Paris sky.

The beams of light, directed from the bottom towards the top, illuminate the Eiffel Tower from the inside of its structure. Since 1958, by replacing the 1,290 working projectors that illuminated the Tower from the outside, they highlighted the fine metallic construction of the monument and illuminated the areas used by late-night visitors until the closing of the Tower to the public. In addition to the aesthetic aspect, it is equally necessary for the security of the late-night operation of the Tower.”

© Jaye Marie 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Romance🌹 – February 11, 2021

Touch

So long ago, loving hands touched these old ivory keys.
The day you left me roses, your favourite piece of music.
I placed my hands where yours had been,
Knowing I would never see you again.
Those beautiful roses faded, your memory still sharp,
Keeping the pain of lost love alive
Time can be so cruel when memory, I wish,
had faded alongside the roses…

© Anita Dawes 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

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 209, #POET’SCHOICE

Image by Pixabay.com

It
was late.
the night dark.
Starlit moonbeams
Dance between the leaves
They held each other tight.
Whispering their words of love
The changing light tore them apart.
They ran for home, hot breath following.
Their night of forbidden love marked their backs…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#WhatDoYouSee ~ #KeepItAlive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 65- January 18 2021

Image credit; Simona Sergi @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an envelope hanging by a white tread. In the background there is a house entrance)

I pick up my skirt and run the half mile across the field
To the other side of the village forbidden to me by my father
Where I know Phillipe has hung out his letter to me
His handmade seal, a golden heart with a kiss
The red envelope is for my eyes only
The small brown one for my father, begging for an audience
He will again tell my father how much he loves me
How one day, he will make me his wife
He will be worthy to ask for my hand
I hide my letters where father cannot find them
In our church, the one place he will never set foot in
I give him the small brown envelope to hear another refusal
Over my dead body, he would say
I cry myself to sleep, waiting for the day we can do more
Than steal a few moments alone in our church
Where he will tell me his fortune is almost made
He will stand in from of his King, my father
 and ask for my hand, no longer a pauper…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #100 #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #100

The image is from artbyrandy at Morguefile.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an old man in a lush park setting. He has long white hair and a long white beard and is dressed in back with a guitar hanging around his neck and a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Time Slip

Merlin is back, the spell that held him for too long, broken
His search through time begins to find the one he loves, Vivienne
With each finding, he is too late
She has vanished, taken another ride on time
Her adventure never stops
She has Merlin’s magic to guide her and uses it well
She has had many loves since that long time ago
When Merlin chased her, leaving her with one burning idea
She must have his magic. She can feel him behind her
See him now, he has found one of her favourite gardens
By the look of him, he has come to serenade her
Flowers too. How smart he looks.
She feels sorry for him
Her feelings have not changed towards him
He will find the garden empty; his search will go on
He can feel her, just ahead of him
Soon he will trap the one thing his magic let slip away…

© Anita Dawes 2021