Sliding into darkness, searching for a part of me Under dark eyelids, there is another I don’t recognise Playing music underground, reaching above there is a raggedy man searching Evening rain, stepping out to a face full of tears Running, slipping, searching for that spark Intelligence, a dirty word against the graffiti painted walls Night, a lighter shade of darkness, can I get back there? Tell my story, in words they will believe Energise the spark, bring back the shine Let the Gods of love call my name Love that holds the spark in gentle hands Inside the world of dreaming there's a happy ending Grateful lovers will agree with me Every touch remembered, a story to tell Never let the spark go out, keep the darkness away Catch me before I fall out of love Ending are lonely, never a happy place to be… ©AnitaDawes2022
Under dark skies I hang Nearer to earth, I Dare to step where man has stood Energy swirling, screaming, waiting Reaching, wondering are we better than some of our parts? Caring little for the answer Under cover of darkness Reaching out, mind Running, searching for that silver smile Every face grim, eyes dull Nearer now to earth, I find the one true light of her eyes… ©AnitaDawes2022
Magic made by unseen hands After years of darkness Nephilim walking out of hiding Daring to seek the light After decades of darkness, the Light burns, burning his mind Over time, his tears leave scorch marks Rivers of red run dry Inside his chest, his heart beats too fast All that was meant never came to pass… ©AnitaDawes2022
Screaming in my head broke the silence Under cover of darkness, they moved Pulsing, like a broken strobe light Eyes open, my body frozen Rain on my window, like thunder crashing In time held still, tears formed None could fall, my body motionless Terror took over from screaming Every sound heightened, blood coursing, a thundering waterfall Light has a sound of its own, humming gently Letting hope in, past the darkness Insidious shadow beings, chasing the light Gaining time stolen from another dimension Early morning light, slid into my room Nearer to the shadows fading Clearing my mind, my body restoring movement Every part of the night vanished; fear melted… ©AnitaDawes2022
Do you see the word this stunning acrostic poem was created for?
No me again today, folks.
Sorry about that, but had a big old very bad tooth out yesterday and my face and head ache feel like I’ve been smacked with a mallet… Jaye
#TankaTuesday 2/8/22 #Poetry Challenge No. 260, #SpecificForm: Abhanga
Old Melodies Long locked inside the dark my heart took sudden flight my eyes did see the light through old sorrows Darkness tells of old days taken by memories so long old melodies lost to my mind ©AnitaDawes2022
There is a tiny devil inside my mind.
Stroking my ego, telling me how clever I am
He is forgetting one thing.
I have looked into the darkness.
And wondered, what kind of devil lives inside his mind?
Is his ego stroked into believing
he is the best there is, no one above him?
Some days I see him in my mirror.
A dark cloud waiting to break.
That’s how I know the day goes.
Like thunderstorms inside my mind
Darker, when I must bite back my thoughts.
Not everyone would be ready to hear my opinion of them.
Growing up, I would be told,
keep your tongue between your teeth,
don’t let the devil out.
I have not managed to keep the devil down.
When he is telling me I am right
I can often put my foot in it.
The older I am, the smaller he appears to be.
The days less stormy, clouds part, I see the sun.
Yet I know he is waiting in the wings.
Ready with his gentle touch…
© Anita Dawes 2021
This week’s prompt ~ Darkness
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bank of dark clouds rolling in across a sunny moor, casting its shadow on the hills of the horizon.
For some, the moors can be a lonely place
Where old dreams go to hide
Waiting the right footsteps to re awaken
Under dark clouds, magic can be heard
Living shadows run across the hills
Who are they, what chases them?
What stories hide withing their dark folds
Do the ancient ones continue dreaming?
As they run through the dark hills
Do they leave a breath of hope?
For you to walk through
To hold their stories, tell them anew
The moors, with their welcoming arms
Of old and new
Like walking through a pick and mix store
With something for everyone…