#Writephoto ~ Dream

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.


When your soul needs a recharge
Take a trek through a field of wild heather
Feel the soothing purple dream time
wash over you. Let your mortal eyes
see beyond the pale path
To new horizons
Hold on to everything you love
Grab each chance as it comes
Let tomorrows troubles
Run like water beneath your feet
Keep looking to the stars…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 462


Dreaming of cotton candy days
Through a cacophony of birdsong
I pull my bed cover to caress my chin
Can I stay in bed today?
Colour my thoughts
As to who I want to be tomorrow.
I hear the blackbird call
This takes me back to childhood
Conkers and sunshine
Oh, how I covet yesterday…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 33 – 8 June 2020

Image credit – Pixabay ; DianaZG

(For visual challenged readers, the image shown a boy standing next to a Stegosaurus, dinosaur I a park land)

Walking with a friend

I envy my son his dreams
Most nights he walks with dinosaurs
That lie beyond his bed
Through lush green parks
Fields of gold
He calls him red
A gently giant, a vegetable eating friend
No harm can come in dreams I’m told
I worry when a loud thud
hits the ceiling above my head
As if a giant foot fell from my son’s bed…

©anitadawes 2020

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie…

Photo Challenge #318

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– Mind Core

One red ribbon

I am coming home
with a scarlet ribbon
On red velvet skies,
cut by a sharp crescent moon
Below stands a lonely figure,
bathed in blood.
His sins revealed,
his young victim safe
from further abuse.
I have moved from dark to light,
through many worlds
to save the lives my mind has touched.
To live a life in a coma
they say, cannot be
I am here to tell you,
awake now from too long a sleep
Annie’s life is peaceful 
I hold her scarlet ribbon…

©anitadawes 2020

This prompt is perfect for my book, The Scarlet Ribbon

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

May 28: Flash Fiction Challenge

May 28, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using two words that contradict. Examples include champagne and hard-rock; rosemary and sewage; duck down and firecrackers; sleep and square-dancing. Use one of these or make up your own. Go where the prompt leads!


Yesterday I found some words lying around

Pages from a book.

I followed them around the house

They reminded me of scattered rose petals

The pages were not from a book

One spoke of love, while the other

Spoke of betrayal

Echoes of Romeo and Juliet

Yet this is not from Shakespeare

These pages are handwritten

As I gathered each one

I felt the weight of heartbreak.

The words shone like neon

Would there be light when I reached the end,

A reunion?

These pages belong to my mother’s old diary

I hope I can find the last page…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Guardian #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Guardian #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a flower-strewn cliff-top above the sea, where a rocky outcrop, seemingly shaped into many forms and faces, looks out over the waves.

A line of white foam caresses the rocky shore

Like a ribbon on a blue iced cake.

Soppy moment over,

I noticed a field of flowers beside a rocky outcrop

The faces there, taking me back to my childhood

when I played cowboys and Indians with my brothers.

There he stood, looking out to sea

My Cheyenne chief, minus his feathered head dress.

Noble, forever watching, guarding the land

His tepees may have fallen, the buffalo hunting long forgotten

Their whispering spirits walk the land in soft moccasins.

Brother spirits whisper back,

we remember brother bear, tree, and sea

We remember the proud Cheyenne nation…

©anitadawes 2020

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive

What do you see # 31 -25 May 2020

Image credit- Pixabay- ArtTower

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a road leading towards a dwelling in the forest. It is hidden in fog and surrounded by tall trees. A light is shining brightly out of the window of the house)

A finger of yellow light shines through the fog

This means life, hidden behind the tall trees

Am I trespassing?

My nosiness answered by a shotgun blast

Lifting the hair on my head

I ran, as if I had sprouted wings on my feet.

Believing myself far enough from danger

I lent against a tall tree,

Letting my body slide to the ground

My breath slowing,

my heart beating in time with fear

I remembered seeing a small cabin through the fog

Why did they shoot at me?

Had it been a warning, or did they take aim?

They could have just asked me to leave

Had they lost the art of communication?

Rested now, I decided to take the long way around

Avoiding any further confrontation.

This was not to be

The yellow light shone in my face

Blinding me to who may be holding it

I felt the sharp end of a needle enter my neck

Then blackness.

On waking, I found myself in my own bed

I had no recollection of the two days that had passed.

Remembering the sting of the needle

Placed my hand where the needle had pierced.

I found a small raised bump

Now I realised the stories about the cabin to be true

I had been taken…

©anita dawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 457 #Poetry

Concentrate,

a word I heard a lot in childhood

Teachers voices echo still

I have gratitude for one who taught me to read?

Too many adults inflate their ego

As though stroking a cat

No time to remember when they knew less

They expect us to read between the lines

Hard to do, aged ten

It’s true, I could have tried harder

Rather than daydreaming

Wishing I could fly around the world

Backwards in time

Singing about the strange worlds

I see with my mind’s eye, delicious exotic food

Smiling happy people made my trip out of mind worthwhile

Maybe there should not have been so many?

I believe, time spent dreaming

Taught me more than school ever could…

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

May 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

Carrot Ranch is a dynamic online literary community for those practicing craft, reading stories and discussing process. Charli Mills is the lead buckaroo who hosts challenges, guest blogs, and an annual multi-contest called the Flash Fiction Rodeo.

May 21, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about 100 candles. What do they light, and why? Think about contrast or symbolism. Are the candles large, small, or stars in the night? Go where the prompt leads!

Christened Roman Catholic

I stopped going to mass when I was twelve

Not long after my first Holy Communion

My mother insisted I go to Sunday mass.

I would leave the house, walk around for an hour

These days I like to visit many churches

Light a candle, sit awhile

I decided to come back with a hundred candles

Find a reason to light each one

There are all the usual things

Health, wealth, happiness, protect the family

That might take up a dozen

I sat wondering how long it would take

to light one hundred Holy dancing flames…

©anitadawes 2020