Again, in Dreams… #Poetry

Image by Neil Morrell from Pixabay 

Again, in Dreams

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…


©AnitaDawes2022

A wonderful poem for a very special place.

One of these days we will go back to Glastonbury and climb the hill to the Tor…

2022 ~ The Year in Waiting…

“The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written.”

—Melody Beattie

Image by LaSu1923 from Pixabay

We will roll up our sleeves and get cracking, but maybe not yet…

The West Wind… #Poetry

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay
Come find me
Take the wildflowers from my eyes
Let me run with the west wind
Find the source of dreams
The kind that come true
Bring back a bag full
Drop them on sleeping eyes
A Christmas gift from the cosmic winds
Call me foolish, I know happy dreams
make for a happy world to live in
That’s the world I wish
For my great granddaughter
To grow in, to dream in
My work is done
Knowing her dreams will come true
For the heart I leave behind…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Outside… #Poetry

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

When I leave the house,
I step over the crack in the pavement.
One of these days I will fall through to the Netherworld
Not like Alice. Mine would be a nightmare
At times I hear it tapping on my window
I hear the glass cracking like ice cubes
It is trying to enter my home,
fed up with my stepping over the crack
It is luring me in through dreams, nightmares
I fall through a dark cold tunnel
Voice’s echo, screams as I fall
No thump at the end, a soft floating feeling
Hands pulling me every which way
I wake with teeth mark high on my arms
Where I cannot reach
I know that something waits for me outside my front door
For now, I step over the crack…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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