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
“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah” Gun Roswell
Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently
The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!
I found my sisters artwork hidden in the shadow of her empty rooms An old sketch caught my eye Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house Damp air from my open window made me hold my breath A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves The rustle made me think of her footsteps Something I haven’t heard in over a year Harsh words had passed between us Christmas coming up, I keep my fingers crossed We can make things better around the family table I breathe slow, as we pull a cracker together Fingers crossed; we can put the harsh words behind us… ©AnitaDawes2022
Will we meet again When I’m dreaming My heart beats loud Like the ocean Rushing to shore Searching for you Are you dreaming Waiting for me Hold the dark nights I’m on my way Will we meet again? ©AnitaDawes2022
Vann Noble did his duty. He served his country and returned a shell of a man, wounded inside and out. With a missing limb and battling PTSD, he seeks healing in an isolated cabin outside a small Texas town with a stray dog that sees beyond his master’s scars. If only the white rune’s magic could bring a happily ever after to a man as broken as Vann.
On the run from hired killers and struggling to make sense of her unexplained deadly mission, Nakina Bird seeks refuge in Vann’s cabin. She has secrets. Secrets that can get them all killed.
A ticking clock and long odds of living or dying, create jarring risks.
Will these two not only survive but find unexpected love along the way? Or will evil forces win and destroy them both?
I thoroughly enjoyed the first book in this series, Ghostly Interference, so I knew I would love Jagged Feathers.
Vann Noble is a wounded ex-service man, doing his best to adjust to a life he didn’t think he would come home to. A life he wasn’t sure he wanted anymore.
But life hadn’t quite finished with him.
What follows is one of the best many-layered love stories I have ever read. Heartwarming and affirming, reminding me that love can always find a way, one way or another.
The two leading characters, Vann Noble and Nakina Bird, are both damaged and hampered by past experiences. They were not looking for love, just a little peace and time to heal. Add an adorable dog to the mix, one who also needs time to heal, and you have a very good combination…
Softly, she hunts under an overcast sky followed by a bald badger The same pattern each night The first star dots the sky The large ginger cat sits by the open window Beside him, his mistress leaves her milkshake No fangs needed, so he takes advantage Whiskers cleaned, he leaves through the open window To follow behind badger through leafy lanes, they march on into the night A strange friendship, that works and needs no communication… ©AnitaDawes2022
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