‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge. Week #26 Entry #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction ~ @pursoot


I remember a time before my furry covering
Soft stuffing, these dark button eyes
I lived in Switzerland, my eyes were blue
I remember the snow, the slope smooth,
like mothers icing on our Christmas cake
Before the visitors come
With their puff jackets and skis
Father making sure there is enough wood chopped
To keep our visitors warm
Before they mess up my smooth slopes
That feels like a long time ago
I am here now in England with a nice family
I like my red waistcoat
I love being cuddled by Annabelle
Who likes to sit me by the fire
When she is busy doing something for her mum
All in all, I think life isn’t too bad
Apart from the days when I miss the snow…

© anita dawes 2020

Photo Challenge #341 for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge #341

Relaxing, as Earth spins away below
Blue and white clouds drifting by, floating free
Time out to play Baker Street, her favourite tune
Can this haunting melody be heard
In interstellar space?
Will she receive a response
An applaud, request for an encore?
Is it her own private moment
In the silence of space?

© anita dawes 2020

This saxophone makes my heart soar!

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

Avocado on toast

Who decided we could eat such a thing?
I cannot think of anything worse to put in my mouth
Now that is a lie. I could probably write a long list
Of things that should never go near anyone’s mouth
Avocado, in my mind, must have been planted by aliens
As some kind of April Fool’s joke
Like lambs to the slaughter, humans went for it
Chefs charge a fortune, look at me I have five stars
This is what you get, soap on toast
A nightmare on a rope
My tip, don’t eat the stuff…

© anita dawes 2020

#BlogBattle: Miniature ~ #Poetry

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Margaret Jones will be fifty-nine on Friday the thirteenth
Lucky for some. Not for Margaret
She had lived alone all her life
Her miniatures are her family
She talks to them, to her they are real
Imagine her horror when he burst into her home
Black mask hiding his face
Throwing her into her armchair demanding her money
She had none to offer
Having slapped her more than once
Margaret could no longer hear his voice
Her eyes glued to the miniature family
On the mantel above the fire
Silently praying he wouldn’t destroy them
As I said, she is not so lucky
With a swipe of his hand he dashed them to the floor
Stomping them beneath his greasy boot
Again demanding her money
As he moved around the room
Margaret could see pieces of her family
Being scattered across her old carpet
Her heart breaking, she whispered a curse
My family will seek their revenge
Before the last slap took her soul from her body…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #WDYS

Keep it alive

What do you see # 54 – 2nd November 2020

Image credit; Billow 926@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a baby panda standing in a moses basket. Next to it is a wicker basket it is leaning into)

This tiny piece of black and white magic
Tip toed across my heart
Reminding me of the yin and yang
Balance, something this baby panda
Did not have full control of
He slipped and rolled
In his eagerness to play
Explore his new world
As I walked away, I thought
That is the magic of youth…

©anitadawes 2020

Fiction in a Flash Challenge… @pursoot #IARTG

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #23 Entry Part 3)

Late October, tracking through Cornwall,
we found this beautiful gorge
It felt like walking through a rainbow
of orange, yellow and green
A magic lantern of colour.
Making our way to the bottom, in need of lunch
We discovered a hitchhiker two yards behind
A young girl, following us who sat when we did
we asked her to join us as she must be hungry
I waved my hands to call her over with no response
Leaving her to sit alone, I wondered about her story.
With the light fading,
we decided to make our way to the B & B
Reminding my partner
it was the second full moon of the month
Making it a blue moon for good luck.
Mike said it was warm enough
to sit outside beneath it and enjoy our supper
Picking up our bits and pieces we made to move
The scream behind us stopped our feet
The ground in front of us had crumbled away
We would have fallen to our death
Had the scream not stopped us
Turning, to thank the young girl for warning us
I could see nothing but the glow of evening coming in
Making our way safe to the B & B
I wondered about the young girl behind us…

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

October 30: Flash Fiction Challenge

Jack and I decided to hire a small speedboat
Try to find the mysterious island
Said to appear at odd hours
Best time would be before dawn
Begging Jack to keep his speed down
Too late, he hit a wave
Throwing us over the side
The cold water caught my breath
Struggling to reach the surface
I couldn’t see Jack, I was drowning
No boat above me, no sign of help
There came a great moment
A feeling of peace
I felt a hand drag me above the water
Breaking the surface
I was alone close to the shore…

©anitadawes 2020

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge


Colleen has asked the experts to put a poetry writing spell on you! This is her 200th Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge! Happy Poetry Writing!

This month’s theme is:

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Lightning strikes
Feathers flying
While chasing angels
with frozen, trembling hands
Thunder rolling through black clouds
Dark rivers run past ancient walls
Wizards broken wand about to fall
The illusion of power built on lies…

©anitadawes 2020