Through Time… #Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS

Keep it alive

What do you see # 43- 17 August 2020

Kyle Glenn- Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a board covered with hand written messages about love)

Through Time

Running backwards
through the frozen pages of history
I see you; I know you
I have loved you long before
time made its first mark on the world
when the last ever footprint
has been blown away
I will love you still…

©ANITADAWES 2020

She’s Mine… #Poetry

Image by Peter Fischer from Pixabay

Take the coins from her eyes
Send the ferryman on his empty way
He cannot have her, she’s mine
I will tear the stars from the firmament
Rip the universe in half
Throw it back in God’s face
Tell him He has made a terrible mistake
Allowing a perfect love to wrap us together
To tear us apart too soon
The world would spin from its axis
All God’s creations would crash and burn
I would spend the next two thousand
reincarnated lifetimes to make it so
We belonged to each other
before we were born
Now, take the coins from her eyes…

©anitadawes 2020

#Throwback Thursday ~ excerpt from Out of Time… #MysteryThriller

 Kate Devereau wakes up in a hospital, unable to speak or move. Her brain has shut down, refusing to acknowledge her dark and disturbing past, concealing a web of painful secrets.

Michael Barratt brought her to the hospital, insisting that her ex-husband had tried to kill her. And from the state of him, had tried to kill him too. He had been searching for Kate for years, ever since their doomed love affair, only to discover someone else had been hunting her too.

With the help of the DI David Snow, Kate will gradually piece her life back together, only to discover the nightmare is far from over.

Her first instinct is to run, but David Snow convinces her to stay and help him put an end to the nightmare. A nightmare that will get progressively worse before it gets better.

Haunted by his own demons, will the Snowman manage to catch the twisted killer?

Evil lurks in this story and people die, but amidst the tears and heartache, a lost love struggles to survive…

Excerpt from Out of Time

 Detective Inspector David Snow looked down at the unconscious woman on the hospital bed in front of him, remembering the state of her when she had arrived, a few hours ago. They had done a good job of cleaning her up. She lay still, like a religious statue in a church, her pale skin the colour of finest marble. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts the only indication life still clung to her body.

So different to the wrinkled, dirt-ingrained body he had looked at earlier, of an old tramp, found dead in the hospital car park, bundled into a moth-eaten army coat and wedged under a car. What was originally thought to be a simple case of neglect, had taken on a more sinister tone when they discovered the tramps head had been cut off and shoved down the back of the old boy’s trousers.

Snow wondered what an old tramp could possibly have done to warrant such treatment, being well known around the hospital and described as a harmless old soul. The tenuous link to the woman in front of him indicated she might not be safe and would need his protection.

They knew very little about her, and he wondered again what kind of woman she was.  Now the dirt had been removed, she looked healthy and well cared for, which ruled out homelessness. A reasonably attractive, middle-aged woman, bordering on the ordinary, apart from her curly hair which would appear to have a life of its own, as even now it crept across the pillow like the roots of a willow.

Alone with the unconscious woman, Snow had an excellent opportunity to study her without feeling self-conscious about doing it. In all the years since his wife’s death, he missed looking intimately at a woman. He usually tried to do it surreptitiously to avoid the risk of being branded a pervert, or worse. He liked to imagine what kind of person they were, if they were kind or cruel, bossy or timid, but for once, there were no clues on this woman’s face. A slight determination in the set of her jaw gave him pause for thought.

According to Michael Barratt, the man who brought her here, her name was Kate Devereau, an artist, none of which gave him any clues as to her character. In the beginning, Snow had instinctively thought she might be the murderer in this case, due to the amount of blood found in the cottage.  Michael Barratt had found her unconscious in this cottage on the outskirts of Guildford. He said he knew her, but had no idea why she had found it necessary to be there. As an estate agent, he had been arranging to have the cottage ready for Miss Devereau to rent.

It was all a little mysterious, compounded by the fact Michael Barratt looked as if he had been barbecued. His clothes were burned black in places, apart from his jacket, which was clean and several sizes too small and obviously didn’t belong to him. The back of his head and hands were raw and blistered, suggesting there were probably more extensive burns to his body.

The estate agent had offered no explanation for his own condition but stubbornly kept asking after Kate, which might possibly indicate an emotional involvement. He had no answer for what had happened to her, except to say her health had not been good for a while. If it hadn’t been for all the blood, it would have seemed innocent enough.

So why didn’t Snow believe him?


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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt

Sally Cronin provided the photo for this month’s photo challenge:

I
Should have
Held her more
Loved her better
She ran far from me
Held by a lobster pot
golden mermaid waits freedom
This I must give back to her now
Together we live beneath the waves
I will hold her more, love her much better…

©anitadawes 2020

Worth Waiting For…

Image by Pixabay.com

Worth Waiting for

I fell asleep in my own bed, woke in another
Spent the night with a beautiful woman
Too soon, I found myself back in my own bed
Hugging air, wishing there were a way
to make the dream world a reality in my own time.
Realising this would take more
than the magic wand of Merlin to accomplish
My footsteps became heavy, my day dull.
The voice in the back of my head
A tormenting whisper, telling me
There is a way to stay beside her
That is when I remembered the date
of the newspaper on the side table,
two years from now, I will meet my future wife.
All I need now, is a way to speed time forward…

©anitadawes 2020

#What would You Do?

Image by Giani Pralea from Pixabay

What would you do?

I have become eager for sunset
For night to fall,
when I can retire to my bedroom
To spend the dark hours with David
who makes my skin glow?
Forcing me to reach out for his touch
The feel of his face against my neck
He whispers, I cannot stay long.
His time is growing short
He must move on soon.
My heart breaks, I cannot lose him
I will leave my life to follow him
To spend time in his world
What would you do
to keep your perfect lover?

©anitadawes 2020