Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice

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Will

You stay

One more day

Turn on the lights

Vanish the darkness

Don’t take Christmas with you

Words were spoken, yet we mend

Don’t wrap my tears beneath the tree

If you must go, leave the dog, she’s mine

Don’t close the door one last time, stay with me…

©anitadawes

Wrong Turn… #Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee

What do you see # 6

Dear friends, in the memory of our dear Hélène from Willow Poetry, Sadje has decided to continue this challenge, and we are delighted to take part…

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Thanks to JOHN TOWNER for making this photo available freely on @unsplash 🎁

Wrong turn

I have taken the wrong road

The curve ahead looks never ending

The shaft of light through cruel dark leaves

Claws waiting to drag me from my world

The play of light on tarmac, inviting

A voice from the shadows whispering

Turn back, yet my car will not reverse.

I am pulled forward past the light into liquid darkness

A black shroud waving through my headlights

A feeling of having been swallowed.

I wait to hear teeth snap

I close my eyes, no more than a blink

I am back where I started,

the light unchanged, the curve ahead inviting…

©anitadawes

Fool’s Gold… #Poetry

 

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While hitch hiking in the New Forest I took a wrong turn

The trees stood closer together, darker, menacing

My heart pounding as the light changed

I could see a small clearing

There stood a glass temple built in the fashion

of a step pyramid about four feet high

On the lower step sat a very small monk

His head in his hands, I could hear him sobbing

Stepping closer to sit beside him I asked after his sadness

Turning to me with the most beautiful face

Small, round bright blue eyes with bow shaped lips

The kind I knew to be soft to the touch

His voice, a rustle of leaves, full of mystery

Someone has stolen the gold stone

Without it the forest will soon die.

Before finding myself in this strange place

I had bought a few trinkets to take home

I offered the monk my palm sized piece of pyrite

Asking if it would do, in place of the lost stone

He took it in his small hands, saying

It’s a good replacement given with kindness

The forest spirits will be very grateful

He placed it on top, bowed his head

I heard whispered words that meant nothing to me

Thinking he was deep in prayer, I made my way out

of the forest with no wrong turns

Not realising the scene behind me was slowly fading

Disappearing into a realm that had sent it in the first place.

Stopping for a coffee before returning to my car

I asked about the glass temple.

No one knew what I was talking about

On my way out, the elderly man who sat behind me

Stopped to say I had been blessed by the sands of time

That from now on, my life would take the right turns

I watched him walk away, wondering how he knew

About my wrong turn. He made no mention of the glass temple

The words whispered by the monk stayed in my mind

I would try to look them up later…

©anitadawes

 

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 432 #Poetry

 

 

I hope to find the chain

that holds the dragon in disguise

His reign is not yet over

The middle hides the villain in shade

To my shame, I cannot take the shot

Divided by time, the love I rely on

I resign myself, only one can be saved

From this timeless place

I have no troops to rally

Only my thoughts, my feelings for one I love

I know not which disguise hides his face

The middle will not let me stay for too long

To choose, to make a mistake would end my life

The dragon will rise again

My love will not…

©anitadawes
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Circle… #Poetry

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Circle

I released the ring from its restraint

Now the power can relate

To needs that must be met

The genie’s mine by fate decreed

I wear the ring like wand in hand

Ply my power on shifting sands

Time renewed by written word

To wake the ancient magi

From their sleep

To bring old legends back to life

Fairy tales old and new

Written secrets on angels’ wings

That tell you what to do

And do it well

To cast a spell for good or ill

Remember this, ill returns to sender

A threefold bite that hurts…

©anitadawes

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Community #Poetry

November 28: Flash Fiction Challenge

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November 28, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about winners. Who are they, what’s the mood, and what did they win? Express emotion or subdue it. Go where the prompt leads!

 

 

I couldn’t win a raffle,

if I bought every ticket, they have for sale

The prize is a 4-inch gold cup and

It would have been nice to win

Alas, I tried to cheer myself up

with a stroll around the charity shops

with ten to search through

I stopped for lunch in Poppins

Opposite is the Heart Foundation charity shop

In the window, I could see a small cup

Nipping out to take a closer look

Hidden in the corner, I found it

Green glass, dark rim, orange base

At last, I could declare myself a winner!

©anitadawes
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