This month’s photo prompt has been provided by Willow Willers.
One
Small sign
India
Celebrating
Painted hands dancing
Temple sounds in the air
Sweet spice filled markets, crowded
Smiling faces wait with greeting
Namaste, sunshine will bless your day
Painted hands take me back to India…
Slow
Running
Cool water
Smooth round boulders
Ancient hands have touched
They speak of memory
Old-time tingling my fingers
Something new begins, today’s thought
Standing on history, time waiting
To awaken again by someone’s touch…
It
matters
to me now
The lies you told.
The stories have grown
whispering in the street.
They have painted me scarlet
for one moment, a stolen kiss
old sweetheart, returning, passing through
time remembered, repeated, stains my lips…
©anitadawes
Fire
And ice
A rare gift
Touched by time
Chance to save beauty
To hold the Holy Grail
Wish for Camelot returned
Knights to ride on Englands green land
Where Merlin’s magic can still be seen…
My
upset
Granddaughter’s
Tears for freckles
Her face scrubbed red raw
What can I say to her?
A sign of beauty, not that
I didn’t believe it years ago
I needed to think of something quick
I told her they were the shadows of stars…
Will
You stay
One more day
Turn on the lights
Vanish the darkness
Don’t take Christmas with you
Words were spoken, yet we mend
Don’t wrap my tears beneath the tree
If you must go, leave the dog, she’s mine
Don’t close the door one last time, stay with me…
What
can I
See beyond
The grey veiled edge?
tomorrows bright light
warning remembered, I
hasten towards a blue orb
silently spinning in mid-air
My thoughts rustle like leaves yet to fall
Now I know how angels are born to us…
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay
Can
Any
body love
The sight of bats
Dark webbed wings flying
Beneath the blood red skies
Cold shivers run down my back
A sudden warning flashed in mind
Of tangled hair, tapping on windows
Dark soul lost asking to enter, to feed…
Image by Pixabay.com
One
Snowy
Christmas night
I heard Santa’s
Reindeer on our roof
Mum said I was dreaming
Telling day two lights are out
So he would need to check the roof
While you are there, dad, please look for prints
I believe Santa’s reindeer left their mark
Watching dad climb the ladder, fingers crossed
Dad changed the bulbs then climbed two rungs
Good as his word, he checked for prints
Someone has been here for sure,
can’t tell if they’re deer prints
I watched dad reach out
Climbing down now
He gave me
A brass
bell
No
Time to
Stand and stare
When magic calls
The kind not yet known
Pleasure seeking exchange
Alluring, bewitching you
Waiting to wrap you in pleasure
An old hex with your name on returned
Charm in disguise, waiting to steal your soul…
