A Half Remembered Nightmare… #Poetry

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay  ~ Poem by Anita Dawes

I thought this quite apt this morning, as our lives have become a bit of a nightmare lately…

Post will follow shortly…

At the Movies…

Today we are posting something from both of us with the same theme…

Going to the movies has always been a special treat, so long may it continue!

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay ~ Poetry by Anita Dawes

Now for my favourite!

John Luther is back!

We loved every second of the Luther detective series on TV. The one starring Idris Elba, no connection to Superman!

Idris Elba as John Luther ticked all my boxes, even some I didn’t know I had. When he severely blotted his copybook and was defrocked, or should I say de trench coated from his role as DCI, I was gutted.

Luther: The Fallen Sun

The film opens with Luther in prison, and without letting any cats out of bags, I can say that I was on the edge of my seat, chewing my nails from the get-go.

Totally brilliant and looking utterly wonderful, the film (and Idris) was brilliantly clever, menacing dark and breathtaking. Everything I could ever want.

This was John Luther at his absolute best!

Reflections… #Poetry

Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay 

Am I that man, looking back from the mirror?
The one that follows me in every shop window.
The one in the puddle looking up at me.
I step into puddle, breaking the image.
I didn’t feel it. Will it change anything?
Walking along the pavement
passing a row of cars
He is there, in every window, watching me.
Something is wrong, for a second the image shimmers
as if trying to get away, to break free.
I wonder, am I the reflection of the man in the mirror?


©AnitaDawes2023


Anita feels better today and just wrote todays poem. I love reflections!

Silent Sunday…

Image by lisa runnels from Pixabay 

Today, I have much to think about, and thought this would help…

The Light… #Poetry

Image by Evgeni Tcherkasski from Pixabay 

The Light

I am stabbed.
My life blood ebbing from my body
Seeping through the floorboards
I see a lighthouse before the room goes dark.
I walk on illuminated water,
up the steps, there is no one there.
It’s just a large rock with a lamp on it.
I walk back toward the shore,
wondering when I will sink beneath the waves.
I cannot feel the sand beneath my feet.
People walk through me; I feel their electricity.
My body falls to the floor like unwanted clothing.
Yet, I am in front of a mirror.
People gather round, looking at my naked body.
They turn their heads, trying to find me.
I am not there.
I turn back to the water and sink beneath the waves.
I see the light before the dark takes the last spark,
that once was David Turner…

©AnitaDawes2023

The Lady Shadow… #ShortStory #Fiction #CarrotRanchLiteraryCommunity

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

January 16, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a lady shadow. Who is this person and why do they lurk in the shadows. What is the tone and setting for your story? Go where the prompt leads!