Yesterday’s Dream… #Poetry

Image by Kate Cox from Pixabay 

Mouth full of words with nothing to say
Empty promises that should never have been made
Tie them all together, what have you got, nothing
After a lifetime of dreaming, there’s a red flag
Perhaps I should have turned around and started again
Have one dream at a time, make it come true
Yesterdays dream was one of the best I ever had
Sitting at my piano, hands poised I freeze
Inside my mind, I am playing, note perfect
Concert hall full of people, seated in silence
Applause, loud in my ear for the music in my mind
Like I said, one dream at a time…


©AnitaDawes2022

On Silent Wings… #Poetry

Image from Pixabay.com
On silent wings they pass by
The ancient Gods of old
The scar runs deep
That shut their hearts
To the prayers of man
Harpies perch 
On black wings
A sound of broken glass
Echoes behind
Do not call our names
You need new heroes
New Gods, we are no more…

©AnitaDawes2022


Anita’s poem today coincides with two incidents that happened yesterday…

A very large wood pigeon decided to fly at our window at full speed. The noise when he hit the glass was deafening; I thought someone had kicked a football at us! After recovering, the bird flew away, so no harm was done.

Later, we went outside to find that the local family of thrushes had been busy digging in my bonsai pots, scattering soil all over the yard! Luckily, no harm to the trees, but I wish they wouldn’t do it…

What the ****?
Didn’t they have fun?

Friday Flowers… #Busy, busy

Image by Chesna from Pixabay 

Today, I am doing a white rabbit impersonation, and already too busy. Just like this crazy flower…

It’s Friday, which means a family visitation, weekly shopping delivery, the final chapter to finish, and the need to find out why one of my lesser characters seems to have disappeared into the mist…

I wanted to make some promo posters for Ghost of a Chance too, but that title says it all today…

Of course, I won’t manage all of this, but I’m gonna give it my best shot!

Serving Time… #Poetry

Image from Pixabay.com
Serving time, counting pennies
Under the thumb, head bowed
Ridden hard by the masters
Valleys run deep with pain
Every man, woman and child has the mark
In their hearts they are free
Love is more than they can hope for
Love is the hidden desire waiting
All wait to be kissed by those lips
Nights would be less lonely
Changes blossom in the strangest of places
Every man shall have his day…

©AnitaDawes2022

The Scarlet Ribbon ~ Excerpt and Review #Fiction #UrbanFantasy

what do you think of the new cover?

Book Description

When a dirty blue car mows Maggie down outside her local supermarket, she becomes trapped in the nightmare world of a coma patient. She manages to rescue an abused and neglected child in this very different world.

But when it looks like she will finally wake up, she cannot bear the thought of leaving the child behind.

But is this other world real, or was she just dreaming? And if it is real, can she help this child?

“Maggie is a likeable character who is easy to engage with, and I found myself willing her to find the courage to embrace happiness. If you like a story that is more than just your average romance then I thoroughly recommend this one…” Amazon Reviewer

“Excellent reading, excellent writing with several unexpected twists that lead to…well, that is for others to find out too. A heart-wrenching and gripping story. Well done, Anita Dawes!” Amazon Reviewer

Excerpt from The Scarlet Ribbon

I felt the sheets being straightened, and deft fingers checked my tubes and wiring. I still seemed connected to the real world, but for how long? How long would I be allowed for goodbyes, even though I couldn’t say them?

It was childish, but if I couldn’t say goodbye, maybe it couldn’t make me go. I held on to that thought, hoping it would somehow make it true.

I heard the sound of rubber soles crossing the floor, then the metallic click of the door latch. I hoped Doctor Marsden hadn’t left the hospital. I would be very interested in his explanation.

Jack smoothed the hair from my face, and his lips touched my cheek. He whispered in my ear, ‘Where are you, Maggie? If you can hear me, please come back. I love you so much. Whatever it is, Maggie, fight it. Don’t let go. I’m not leaving this hospital without you.’

As I listened to him, wondering if he meant it, I drifted away again.

I had no idea how long I’d been lying beside Annie. Days and nights here seemed normal, but back in my world, I knew time seemed to be faster. I was so confused. I didn’t understand why I was incapable of touching Annie, yet the arm I wrapped around her hadn’t fallen through the mattress the way it did everything else. I couldn’t catch the belt, yet it had marked my skin. Why didn’t any of it make any sense?

All I could think of was that some inanimate objects were different.

Annie’s arms and legs looked sore, but the skin wasn’t broken. Her mother hadn’t even come to see if she was all right. God knows how long she would be left on her own. I could hear muffled voices from below, another fight brewing. Why on earth did some people have kids? If they were so capable of hurting them, they must have known beforehand, had some little clue that they didn’t really want them.

Annie had relaxed a little. Her breathing was easier, hardly punctuated by the remnants of the sobbing, although a shudder would disturb her every now and then. One small, grubby hand lay open while the other was closed in a tight fist. I could see a piece of red ribbon sticking out between her first finger and thumb. I reached for it but couldn’t move it. The determined way she held on to it even in her sleep, I knew it meant something special. I wondered if somebody had given it to her. I doubted if those things downstairs masquerading as parents had anything to do with it. It had to be someone nice by the way she clung to it.

I wondered if she had built up some false hope that the giver might come back and save her from the misery she lived in. I knew it was possible. It was also possible that the accident had damaged my mind, that this was all a dream. Whatever the truth was, I had no choice but to go with what I was being shown…

Latest Review

D.L. Finn

4.0 out of 5 stars Seeking answers on the other side

Reviewed in the United States on 17 May 2022

“Scarlet Ribbon” is a story that made me wonder about the afterlife and what is in between. Maggie was out with her husband when she was run down by a car. She ended up in a coma for two long years, but her time became relative as she found herself in a strange place. Her body was in the hospital, but her mind or soul was experiencing a different reality.

While she was under, she could see what her husband was doing and was taken to other worlds and the past. She wanted to help, especially a young girl. There was cruelty and a blissful existence that coincided in the different places. As she seeks answers to her dilemma, she finds out more than she wanted to about how sheltered a life she had and people’s true side.

I have always wondered what goes on when people are in a coma, and this was a fascinating idea of what could happen. There never seems to be one simple answer or outcome to Maggie’s desires. I love her determination to do what is right, but within her new world, I felt her confusion as she bounced from one situation to another. I was rooting for the person she connected with on the other side.

The story picked up the pace when she emerged from the coma, and work began for her to heal and try to remember. The ending was a surprise but didn’t feel done just yet. I hope there are more versions of her life to come and I will be reading them.


Many thanks to Denise for her wonderful review!

My absolute favourite story of Anita’s, The Scarlet Ribbon is 2.99 for the next two weeks, and can be found HERE

Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge ~ Purple Calendar

#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 283: #Tastetherainbow-“Chakra” Color Poetry


My
purple
calendar
hangs on my wall
the days are crossed off
telling me you forgot
no red roses sent today
our special day lost in the mist
I ask myself; do you still love me?
too many days forgotten, make me blue


©AnitaDawes2022

The Joy of Blogging…

Image by John Hain from Pixabay 

After weeks of frustration, nothing working the way it should never mind used to, I am extremely happy to report that changing our browser has wiped the slate clean, and the joy of blogging has returned!

I have just spent all morning visiting everything and practically everybody and have not encountered one malfunction. Every like button responded, every comment was accepted, and passwords were always ready and waiting.

I didn’t meet any hitches, delays or errors of any kind.

Riding high on this wave of euphoria, I went for broke and went back to Buffer, a site I have used for years to schedule posts and promo stuff. For some reason, and I can only guess it began with a tinkering, they have been refusing to connect with our Facebook account.

I pressed the button, held my breath, and voila! We were instantly connected.

The transfer from Firefox was painless too. Everything transferred to Edge in literally seconds. I say everything, but I did have to replace those emojis on Twitter, but that was all.

When I think of all the frustration I have been putting up with these past weeks, I am kicking myself for not thinking of this sooner…

Off to wrap up the ending of Ghost of a Chance in a much better frame of mind!

I’m in shock!