Hallowed Ground… #Poetry

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

A black hood slipped over my head
I was pushed gently forward
Each step slow over cobbles, my feet slipping
The sound changed
Walls shot up either side of me
My thinking as muffled as my breath
The smell of damp mould an assault to my senses
I can hear the dark wet walls breathing,
whispering insanities
Names waiting to be snatched from the air
I was pushed on, falling
My feet found no purchase
Hands held my arms until I felt them drop away
I was suspended for a while
The hood removed
I stood on the hallowed ground of the Tor
The waters stopped their whispering
I would walk this land again in dreams…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Hunting… #Poetry

Image by cm_dasilva from Pixabay

Are you hunting for dreams?
I asked the fairy
Half thinking my mind must be broken
I am talking to a beautiful rainbow coloured fairy
Who answered me with the voice of a small bird
I have need of many good dreams
They are fed to our expectant mothers
So the young they carry would have a soul
So take note young man, of those that teach
You will learn that everything is linked
Without the chain, nothing would exist…

© anita dawes 2021

#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