BlogBattle ~ Revolution

February #BlogBattle: Revolution

February 2021 Blog Battle

The word this month is:

Revolution

My dad had a lot of crazy ideas, this one was the best crazy yet.
Mum said it would be in the yard by
the end of the week with the rest of his junk.
The hugest telescope I had ever seen.
Dad and I put it together, learned how to focus it.
That night from the spare bedroom, my heart jumped from star to star.
fourteen years old and I know what I want to do with my life.
I told dad I wanted to work at the Hubble Observatory.
That night I witnessed my first spiral galaxy.
I had fallen into one of mum’s bible stories.
Revelations came to mind; something began for me that night.
Mum was right, dad will be bored by the end of the week.
Some might say, dad had been marked by the beast 666.
a number that drives the crazy in him.
mum wouldn’t like to hear me say that,
she would be crossing herself half the day,
saying Jonathan, mind your tongue!
Before going to bed, I made sure dad knew I wanted the telescope.
He smiled; we didn’t need too many words,
I knew the scope was mine…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 211, #Abhanga, or #PoetsChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Anita Dawes Crazy Etheree

Stone monsters’ gargoyles smiles.
Night that never ends.
Slow morning light
Wrinkled sheets
Cold hands
Touch
Pale
Thinking
Brain cracking
Storm clouds calling
Rainfall flood warning
Small dark gargoyle smiling
War in heaven raging
Stone monsters waiting
Armour plated
army waits.
Biting
Souls
Black
Magic
makes its stand.
There to take all.
Heavens light has more
War raging until dawn…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Crazy… #Poetry

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Crazy

Do you suffer as I do?

With a melody in the back of your mind

With words you cannot find

Taking the 45 bus to Brixton

A middle-aged woman in the seat behind you

Humming the tune in your head

Do you ask her, only for her to say

She has no idea why it’s in her head

Days later you’re passing a building site

Where the tune is being whistled

by a burly bricklayer.

He too cannot answer your question

A child in the playground, skipping to your tune.

You end up standing in a record shop

Humming it for the assistant

He places an EP on the record player

It’s the tune from an advert,

no longer stuck in your head

The title of which was ‘Many Rivers to Cross.’

It almost drove me crazy

I wondered if we had all crossed the same river…

©anitadawes

 

#Crazy… Flights of Fancy…

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Crazy

A million stars shine underfoot

The grass ripples in the sky.

We do our washing in the mud

And all pigs must learn to fly.

Clouds crawl along the ground

Trees roots grab the air

Black sun freezes hard

Destruction lives on everywhere.

Our seasons are all backwards

We see no sounds at all.

Our thinking has gone haywire

There are no visions on the wall

We see no light in the darkness

We are confused and glad

We cry at flowers growing

We are both happy and sad…

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