#What do you see #Keepitalive #Poetry

What do you see # 13- January 20th, 2020





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No Change

In the stone circle stands a chance

To split dark from light

Offering the world below, fire

The blue moon whispering a warning

They are too young, they are not ready

Let them find their own way

You come too far from the future

To understand their way of life

Why hurry things along

When you have no way of knowing

What they might discover by time alone

Your world is driven by speed

Theirs is not, they hunt for food

They live, they are happy

Some might call it fate

I call it interference

As it has been through the ages

Name one culture that has been

Allowed to walk its own path

Wars, famine, floods have changed so much

Of what might have been

For once, I would like to see

Where they would travel by themselves

Without interference

I hear you all shouting

It was meant to be…

©anitadawes 2020

#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

January 16: 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.



Wave your hands in the air

Like you just don’t care!

They do care very much

About the conditions they work in

Too often the loos don’t flush

Water is turned off

Waiting repair

Which takes too long

Poor management in winter

Means working in the cold

This in turn, slows down production

Which means working late

No extra pay

Too many break times cancelled

People become sick

Our floor manager asked

For hot drinks to be made

Every four hours

This went down with management

like a lead balloon

it’s no wonder we’re shouting

and waving our arms…

©anitadawes 2020


#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 12- January 13th, 2020



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When miraculous things happen

the mind screams in disbelief

while lying in a meadow

the summer sun striking the daisies gold

There he stood, the unicorn from my scrapbook

Alive in splendour, his flowing mane and tail

white and gold, blue eyes that cannot be forgotten

He moved towards me his thoughts inside my head

“Come follow me, stay awhile in my world.”

That’s when I heard the warning bell

The land of the fey is no place

for mortals to stay too long

To eat their food is to lose your soul,

lose time in your own world

Your family thinking you lost, move on,

grow older while you stay the same

Should I risk one minute

in this Alice in Wonderland moment?

My heart said yes, my mind said no

Keep your childhood wonders in picture form

Get up, run for home…

©anitadawes 2020

#The SundayWhirl ~ #Wordle 438


Some say it is best to cut your cloth

According to the times

I say it is no more than a disguise

To hide the buzz inside your head

To be different, fly your own flag

Fly in the face of convention

To ring the bell, shout for change

Be proud to walk as if you know

the new style you carry has deeper meaning

Let your words channel a new path for the young

Sign your name, tie it in a silken bow, wear it loose

Burn the old files, let the sweetness of sugar

Be the taste for life that guides the new you…

©anitadawes 2020

#BlogBattle ~ Bucket #Poetry




They say at my age of 85

The days of wine and roses are over

They may be right, however

I live ten minutes from the beach at Southend

Each day I insert myself into the world

I sit with my toes in the sand

Watching people with their children

Playing let’s bury dad

This it seems, leads to a great deal of laughter

I count the days lucky

When a stranger stops to speak awhile

A gift from the Universe

This morning, I have risen extra early

I want to see the sunrise

With luck, I will have the beach to myself

As I walk barefoot along the sand

I am drawn towards two abandoned blue buckets

Sandcastles forgotten, weekend trippers

Long gone home

I sit holding one of the buckets

With no spade to fill it, I use my hand

I turn it over and instantly felt transported

As if by a time machine to my 8-year-old self

The first time standing on sand

The sight of the sea, so large

I remember thinking it had no end

It was rolling away from me to touch the sky

I know better now, as I wait for the sunrise

Wondering how many more I can fit into my life

Before I am called to that blue hour I see before me…


#Writephoto ~ Presence #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Presence #writephoto



Image by scvincent.com



I am lost in dreaming

The feel of your hand in mine

Dark lonely nights remembered

Inside the tall grey stone

Our time has fled

The circle closing

Ancestors whispering

Their footsteps echo back in time

I see them still

When the mist is rising

Happy, smiling,

their tall grey sentinels protecting

a way of life no longer remembered

scant mention in printed substance

should you visit the stones

you will find us here

a sudden breeze, a warmth

a whispered song

a sudden shimmer of grey

around the standing stones

don’t say, am I only dreaming…



#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 11 – January 6th, 2020





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I have come a long way on liquid light

To find this old castle

Is it the one I’m looking for?

Will this burning path lead me

Out of its dark walls

To a world outside I remember

Lush green trees, rolling hills

My home beside the sea

Will it be as it once was?

Companionship, love and laughter

Will I finally be able to place the sword

Back in his hands where it belongs?

Are they still there, or must I journey on?

To find the Lady of the Lake

To throw the sword again

into its dark watery world

to wait for time to turn back…



It’s lonely out here in the inter-ether…Talk to me people!

#Wordle 437 #Poetry



Have I been careless with my life?

There were no takers to give me an answer

It would seem I have to stay in this place.

I thought of my family and knew my life matters

I continued walking, hope high

tree branches slapping my face.

Pushing my way towards the light

I can hear machines popping beside my ear

A nurse stood at the foot of my bed

Holding a chart. I am done for, I thought

Stuck on this weird blue planet

With no birdsong, no sight of people

No traffic outside my window

I felt like a flat pancake against the sheets

All the air taken from my body

I awoke to the gentle slapping of my mother’s hand

Against my cheek. ‘Your alarm has gone off,

you were dreaming sweetheart,

I have made egg on toast for breakfast.’

Thank God for mum

I might have to stay in this strange world

Where I don’t belong…


#Writephoto ~ Fume #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Fume #writephoto

Another inspiring image from Sue Vincent!

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a line of leaf-bare trees outlined against a pall of white smoke, brightly lit from within. The shape made by the smoke looks rather like the head of a mythical beast…


Something snapped

The world broke, turned black

One anomaly remained

Light from a new world

I stood witness to the birth of silence

My body ached,

to scream with joy or fear

I knew not which

Managing to let go of the breath

I had been holding

I heard the crackling of the fire.

My eyes filled with smoke

My beautiful vision of a new world

turned to horror at the sudden cleansing

I held on to the feeling, I had witnessed

Something strange within the smoke.

The feeling lingered

as I ran from the flames

Trying to give voice to something new

Something waiting…




#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry


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.



January 2, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something found in a hutch. It can be any kind of hutch — a box for critters or a chest for dishes. Go where the prompt leads!






My mother’s welsh dresser needed filling

I remembered the six crates in the attic

Not sure about most of the china

So old fashioned

I managed to find a few bits

I was about to carry the pieces down bit by bit

When I noticed a small crate

over by the window

Taking a quick look, I found

a blue and gold Aladdin’s lamp

It felt warm to the touch

Unlike the other pieces

I felt instantly fascinated with it

Carrying it down like a precious new-born

Placing it on the dresser

Most days, someone will rub it for luck…