#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story.

Frozen with horror by the razor-sharp edge,
the blade at my throat, the overlapping fear of warm blood
Free flowing from my body, zoning out into darkness
Falling into a world of blank memory, near to death
I see the dark cloaked figure of an angel gently waking my sleeping body
Not realising, my spirit had decided to jump around the room with joy
Without letting me know where the happiness comes from
I lie there wondering why I had been sent an angel wearing L plates
Would she pull the two halves of my body together in time?

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #38 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

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Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running,
the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching
I swim with the memory in mind
Trying to dive in and out of the water
A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds
Is all I can manage
Their energy and strength is missing from my body
Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water
In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin.
Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves
Like a hot knife through butter
A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #355

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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Ticky Tacky

Standing on the edge of forever
With a mist around my feet
I wish I could see tomorrow
Where we are the same, yet different.
Underneath our boxes made of ticky tacky
What hides there?
We are, by our very nature, nosy, curious.
We would like to know
what happens behind closed doors.
What are you thinking inside your tiny box?
Made from all your years.
Would you break out if you could
Surprise the world with what you do next?

© Anita Dawes 2021

For those of you unfamiliar with the expression Ticky Tacky, here is the song that made it famous…

and the lyrics…

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there’s doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

By Malvina Reynolds

A Welsh Acrostic Poem for all our welsh followers (and Sir Tom Jones!)

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwlllantysiliogogogoch

(The longest named place in Wales, UK)

Little do they know
Lilliput is a great
Adventure, no matter your age.
Nana said reading it keeps her young
Father frowned in his usual way.
Aunt Mo said she would like to visit,
In another time and space
Round the universe with Gulliver
Perhaps one day
We all should go.
Let’s save that adventure for another day.
Looks like too much rain right now.
Grandma needs her medicine,
Will you take it to her today?
You are going right past her house.
Nothing else to take while I’m at it?
Gravy boat we promised to return.
You sure that’s it?
Looking around quick, I nodded
Lost for words, he went on his way,
Good job done,
Over to the couch I flopped.
Get my ten-minute cat nap.
Energised, I will
Return to work.
Yesterdays plants still need doing.
Catch the last rays of sunshine.
Holes dug, earth turned, I am
Well on my way.
Year ahead full of spuds and carrots
Rhubarb too
Nice in a crumble
Dad will need extra
Rhubarb pie is enough to freeze.
Often keep some back for gran
Better make sure to plant extra
With father john wanting some for the
Lovely village fair
Local farmers ply their wares.
Lovely toffee apples, sticky sweets
Attract a crowd that stay too late.
Nice time of day to walk around.
Talk to folk with smiling faces.
Yesterday’s rain all forgotten.
Sunshine bright, birds singing.
I for one
Like my life
In
 Overabundant, 
Glory
Over again, I would do it twice
Greet new faces that long for life,
On long hot
Glorious summer days
Off to
Catch those words.
Happy smiles that say you’re back again…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 70- February 22 2021

Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)

We’re not in Kansas, Doris.
Look at the tower of glass behind us
You don’t see them back home
I hope it’s rooted better than we are
I have tried clicking my heels three times
We’re still stuck in the ground
In which case, I suggest you wake up my love
She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration!

Turning 75, something to celebrate, you think?
Not me.
The morning went slow,
dragging my mind further into darkness
Deciding on a fresh cup of coffee
to pull myself together,
walk around the Friday market.
I notice a face, my best friend,
a sister I should have had.
We lost touch twenty years ago.
Thoughts rush my mind.
Why had we lost touch?
Would she want to speak to me?
Would we have anything to say after so long?
I need not have worried.
My 75th party went like a sixties disco,
With my best friend by my side…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #WDYS #Poetry

What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021

Image credit; Lucas Albuquerque

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights)

We had been looking forward to our visit to Paris, the City of Light, and our expectations were high. Especially the Eiffel Tower, always so magical in photographs!

In the daylight hours, however, it didn’t seem very magical. Interesting enough, I suppose, the way the size of it dominates the city. Painted a nondescript brown, reducing the magnificent structure to nothing more than a pile of boring metal work during the day.

We loved the Louvre and the beautiful gardens of the Bois de Boulogne. Notre Dame Cathedral was impressive, which almost made up for the earlier disappointment.

That first evening though, we discovered a completely transformed City of Light, so magical, and glamourous enough for anyone. Ruled over by a transformed and gleaming Tower, now gloriously impressive.

I had to know what made such a difference, and this is what I discovered…

“Constructed using puddle iron, the Tower is protected from oxidation by several coats of paint to ensure that it lives forever.

The Tower has been re-painted 18 times since its initial construction, an average of once every seven years. It has changed colour several times, passing from red-brown to yellow-ochre, then to chestnut brown and finally to the bronze of today, slightly shaded off towards the top to ensure that the colour is perceived as the same all the way up as it stands against the Paris sky.

The beams of light, directed from the bottom towards the top, illuminate the Eiffel Tower from the inside of its structure. Since 1958, by replacing the 1,290 working projectors that illuminated the Tower from the outside, they highlighted the fine metallic construction of the monument and illuminated the areas used by late-night visitors until the closing of the Tower to the public. In addition to the aesthetic aspect, it is equally necessary for the security of the late-night operation of the Tower.”

© Jaye Marie 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #WDYS #Poetry #AcrosticPoem

What do you see # 68 – February 8 2021

Image credit; Richard Kesperowski@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a couple of water lilies growing in a pond of water)

Winter wonderland, hiding

Away my secret

Time to

Enter

Record for

Little wide eyed

Innocence

Looking for last

Years blessings…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 4, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a substitution. How might a character or situation be impacted by a stand-in? Bonus points for fairy tale elements.

I woke late this morning, feeling less than my usual self.
As if a part of me had run off during the night.
I showered, dressed, tried to hurry.
Walking through the office saying Good Morning with no replies
Had they all become blind?
Patting myself down, the way some people pinch themselves.
Did I do something to be sent to Coventry?
I couldn’t think.
Reaching my desk I could see God knows what.
A shadow that had taken my place, holding my cup of coffee
My colleagues chatting, nothing seemed wrong.
I had been replaced by dust particles…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Dreaming ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103

The image is from Tim Grundtner at Pexels.com.

I am lifted by gentle hands.
Carried to the attic.
There, they turn spiteful,
throwing me into the air
I wait for my body to hit
the dark attic floor.
 No thump came to wake me.
I am suspended.
A puppet with no strings
I feel hands stroke my hair.
I see time moving.
Outside the small window
A whispered voice close to my ear
Not all things go bump in the night.
I do not panic, believing I will wake soon.
Better than thinking I am a plaything
For an invisible force…

© Anita Dawes 2021