Too Cold for Comfort…

Image by Susanne Jutzeler, Schweiz, from Pixabay 

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay 

This is a continuation of my recent post about how pleased I am that I am writing again.

And I really am, but there is something else going on. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Something I am having trouble coping with.

I didn’t mention it at the time in case it was a temporary thing.

I have been up with the lark, writing my socks off and enjoying every moment. Followed by busy mornings, catching up with all the routine online stuff.

All good, right?

But my afternoons couldn’t be more different. I have always regarded the afternoons as my time, where I get creative making new posters, book covers, trailers and new posts.

Since having covid, which was a nightmare, I am far from back to normal and try as I might, I cannot conjure up any magic.

The weather here in the UK has been brutal. I have been so cold; it has just added to my woes. All I really want to do is curl up under a blanket and read. The temperature is set to rise a little tomorrow, and I hope this will warm up my brain too…

We haven’t had any snow, which hasn’t helped my mood either…

Christmas Cheer… #Poetry

Image by PayPal.me/FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Christmas Cheer

I recognise the darkness, the chill in the air
The Christmas wish that didn’t come to pass
The lonely streets of London
So many feet rushing by
The occasional clink of a coin drops in my old hat
A kind stranger 
placing a wrapped sandwich in my lap
I sit here on borrowed time with one wish in mind
To find a table with space for me to sit
Join in a Christmas feast by a warm burning fire
Christmas crackers waiting to be pulled
To touch the hand beside me in grateful prayer
Thanks spoken for the warm food
The chance to part of a family Christmas cheer…


©AnitaDawes2020

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

Her Name is Rose… MindlovemiseryMenagerie ~ #Poetry #Wordle 283

Image by Petra from Pixabay 
Beware the howl beneath the full moon
Old letters come to light, 
damaging claims that could 
make the family uncomfortable
The child is not yours
Letters found by an obsessive neighbour
Who rubbed her hand at the news
she hoped would shake the family
Little knowing her husband 
admired his wife’s resolve
To bring up the child left 
on her doorstep as her own
The letters dated from the war
Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket
The note read, I am sixteen, 
I cannot take care of her
Her name is Rose.
So why now, so many years later 
does someone want to remind them 
they are not the child’s parents?
Questions that may never be answered…

©AnitaDawes2022

Another Day… #Poetry

Image by Elias from Pixabay ~ Poem by A Dawes

Abandoned by the Gods at birth
Bitter twist of fate left a scar
Avoiding relationships, she drifts alone
Never knowing love, her heart stops feeling
Drifting on a sea of unknowing, she courts death
Over high peaks, she skis on soft snow
Never once looking at warning signs
Eager to reach the bottom
Down the soft slopes to safety, another day…

©AnitaDawes2022

Can You Hear Her… #Poetry

Can you hear her crying late at night?
Over the loud music, I hear her tears
You and I watch as she carries her pain
Nothing we do can change the beat of time
Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears
Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat
Over the river, sits the King on his throne
Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears
Evening starlight removes her pain
Never again, would her tears last through the night…

©AnitaDawes2022

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!

She Sings… #Poetry

Under purple skies, she sits, she sings
Low winds carry her voice, her echo
Tomorrow tells yesterday’s old stories
Impossible dreams crushed like broken glass
Memories claw like branches
      on the bedroom window pane
Alerting the sleeping mind to horrors outside
Tomorrows nightmares arrive early
Entering the subconscious, they grow,
      Slowly waiting for the day they bloom…

©AnitaDawes2022