Flying… another glorious poem from Anita…

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Flying

I run into a golden orb as the world holds its breath
Inside feels solid, ancient.
Despite my awkwardness, I move as one with the orb
Across fields, the roads with traffic flowing to and fro
I felt a strange comfort as we glide across the countryside
I no longer feel as if I am drifting alone
I am in the company of an old friend
The world outside sounds clear
I hear the wind alive with its own purpose
Colours vibrant, translucent, delicate as a butterfly’s wing
Birds flying by nod in some strange acknowledgement
Dipping their wings to one side
The way old fighter pilots used to do
How long I flew with my new companion
Was hard to tell, light outside still glowing
I felt a sudden sadness, my journey was about to end
I drop from the orb gently landing in a field of barley
I felt newly born into a world that has changed
My sadness came from the desire
 To have travelled through the night
To see the stars, how they might have changed
Maybe I can catch a ride tomorrow
Fly to the milky way and beyond
Who knows what magic lies around the next corner…?

©anitadawes 2020

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The Quickening…

The Quickening

I ride the wind like a black stallion
With other worldly speed
He carries me beyond the edge of knowing
My time here will be short
I must listen with more than my ears
See with more than my eyes
My heart will still at the moment of quickening
When dry stones turn to rivers of blood
The land grows its own kind of evil
Time echoes in a flame
A spark from the beginning
It journeys now on the wind
Creating what it will
The world is ruled by a red mist
Carried by hot desert sands
Time, held in perpetuity for a world yet to come
Where good fortune rides the black stallion…

©anitadawes 2020

ABOUT US: For those new to our website and blog, we would like to thank you for visiting. Between us, we write in several different genres, so there should be something for everyone to enjoy. Anita cannot abide computers, so I (Jaye) do all the technical (oily rag) stuff! Our books tend to be varied, from horror to supernatural romance and coming of age, and mystery thrillers.  We try to keep our website interesting with guest posts, bloggers, poetry, and reviews for all the books we read. Our books are shown in the right-hand sidebar and clicking on the images should take you straight to Amazon. If you enjoyed your visit, we would love you to leave a comment… Hoping to see you again!

A Little in Love with Josh Gates… @joshuagates

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Josh Gates

Josh Gates is an American television presenter, television producer and author. He was the host and co-executive producer of Destination Truth and Stranded on Syfy, and currently hosts and co-executive produces the Travel Channel series Expedition Unknown and also Legendary Locations. Wikipedia

 

If you like knowing about the history we walk on

You can do no better than watch Josh Gates Expeditions Unknown.

I have just finished watching all four series and have to say I am a little bit in love with this gentle bewhiskered bear of a man.

His wife is a very lucky woman.

I found it far more interesting than learning history at school, now I need to check out everything else he’s been up to.

He seems to be some kind of kindred spirit, loving the same things I do.

Making learning new things, fun. May he long continue.

Let me say, I am a great grandmother, so I’m not after his body. I am more attracted to the spirit of the man. Leaving me with the knowledge that humanity still manages to produce bright souls…

©anitadawes 2020