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What do you see # 81 – May 10, 2021

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( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a closed wooden gate with the number 28.5 written on it with chalk. The gate is surrounded be thick green creepers)

The tiny lock on the gate holds no one out
You have to take 28-5 through the gate
Keep it in mind, a code!
There are treasures inside the broken down mansion
So the story goes
Empty for forty years, I wonder why it was never sold
Ghost stories have grown, blossomed
Through the cracks in the gate, late at night
Light can be seen inside the broken windows
My cousin Vinny found a gold coin
After falling through the rotten floor, snapping his ankle
he was banned from going near the place again
One of the towns youngsters went missing
The mansion was blamed for his disappearance
In the background, I can hear dad’s old till
ringing up the days takings
So, with torch in hand, I’m off to climb over the gate
To find the treasure so dad can buy a new till.
Wish me luck!

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 80 – May 3, 2021

Image credit; Alka Jha @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows Sphinx in the desert of Giza, Egypt)

The Sphinx, a lonely reminder of an age
Long gone from the sands of Egypt.
Secrets yet to be revealed.
God, give me a way to look back, to watch the building,
to hear the conversation, to know the truth.
Buried for so long, it’s back to tease us.
To stir the mind, to wonder at the many secrets
Hidden beneath hot sand.
Time will push them out…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 79 – April 26, 2021

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( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a lighthouse situated on a small island. The sun is setting behind the lighthouse, coloring the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink)

Small
Island
Pink sky blush
Deep sapphire sea
towering lighthouse
Cold, lonely stories told
Pale faces, flash of orange
Echoed across time, light returned
Laced memory of those before
The light above revolves to save a life…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 78 – April 19, 2021

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( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a table set for two people. The location seems to be outdoors, in an alley)

They tell me the dark night of the soul is over.
They are letting us out of our man-made caves.
We can mingle six feet apart.
Better than a poke in the eye with a wooden stick,
some would say, I’m not so sure.
The jury is still out.
I drag my small table outside into my sunny yard.
Laying placemats for two. I would later have lunch,
my companion will be one recalled from my mind,
an old friend that passed.
much safer than mingling six feet apart.

© Anita Dawes 2021

What do you see # 76 – April 5 2021

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a small porcelain angel sitting in a prayer mode)

My beautiful little angel with her green metallic dress.

Golden wings, not forgetting her halo, handed down to me from my grandmother.

No one remembers where she came from. Personally, I don’t care where she came from as long as she is there.

First thing in the morning I say hello, without this ritual my day would be bad.

This I know, because my son hid her in his room one time, I had so little time to search for her. He was sure he had hidden her under his bed.

That day I couldn’t concentrate at work, I lost a client for my boss who was not best pleased.

Picking up my seven-year-old from school, I saw the scrape on his knee.

The school thought it not bad enough to call me, but I felt they should have, and said so.

Those who know me, know this is not my way to handle things.

Safe inside my home, telling Jack to go look for her, I walked into the living room to find her in her usual place on the mantel beside mum’s candlestick.

I know she was not there when I left the house. Pleased to see her back, I called Jack. She’s here, the how didn’t matter.

Jack promised never to touch her again. He had wanted her to help his friend Tom who was having trouble with his new dad never helping with his homework. This made me wonder if Jane, Tom’s mum, needed help.

I would make a point of asking if we could have Tom after school for an hour.

I will put it to her tomorrow.

I think my beautiful angel has done her job.

I fell asleep, wondering how she had returned, for Jack promised he hadn’t put her back.

The how did bother me after all…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 75 – March 29, 2021

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( For the visually challenged reader, the visually a young woman looking up to the sky, where a new moon is visible. Her stance is meditative)

Pale starlit sky, a new wishing moon

She stands below, her arms across her heart.

Her wish to find love, a place to call home.

Her need to put down roots, strong

Like a beggar calling each day

Mother is knocking, the door becomes thinner.

Time slipping away, waiting for the magic

of the moon to supply her every need

She forgets to live her life…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 74 – March 22, 2021

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(For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a forest scene with a path going deep into the forest. The trees at the distance are shrouded in mist)

As I walk the woodland path

Two giant sentinels hold my attention for a moment,

while I ponder the mist shrouded distance

Should I walk further into the unknown?

Will this strange feeling let me pass?

The soft whisper in my mind underlines the words

careful, you may not find your way back.

On this occasion, the feeling had me

turning on my heels to the safety of home.

I will forever wonder what lay beyond the mist.

My mind stretching, growing with every scenario

Turning away, has given me so much more…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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Image credit; Sonny Mauricio

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a bald eagle sitting in the bare branches of a tree. It is looking down at the camera)

I am being spied on by a baby eagle
So I am meant to believe
I know it’s a very young Zeus
That has escaped his parental boundaries
He is out to do some mischief
Testing his newfound powers
That cameraman had better watch out
He might find, come morning
He has cloven hooves and rather furry back.
Across the field, a young maid milking
Runs to her father, too late
Zeus has seen her beauty
He has time to wait, he knows the young maid
shall have no other but he to warm her bed
She feels it too, she cannot name it
Something watching, waiting
Never moving closer
Time shall ripen soon
And Zeus shall appear…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 70- February 22 2021

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(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)

We’re not in Kansas, Doris.
Look at the tower of glass behind us
You don’t see them back home
I hope it’s rooted better than we are
I have tried clicking my heels three times
We’re still stuck in the ground
In which case, I suggest you wake up my love
She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021

Image credit; Lucas Albuquerque

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights)

We had been looking forward to our visit to Paris, the City of Light, and our expectations were high. Especially the Eiffel Tower, always so magical in photographs!

In the daylight hours, however, it didn’t seem very magical. Interesting enough, I suppose, the way the size of it dominates the city. Painted a nondescript brown, reducing the magnificent structure to nothing more than a pile of boring metal work during the day.

We loved the Louvre and the beautiful gardens of the Bois de Boulogne. Notre Dame Cathedral was impressive, which almost made up for the earlier disappointment.

That first evening though, we discovered a completely transformed City of Light, so magical, and glamourous enough for anyone. Ruled over by a transformed and gleaming Tower, now gloriously impressive.

I had to know what made such a difference, and this is what I discovered…

“Constructed using puddle iron, the Tower is protected from oxidation by several coats of paint to ensure that it lives forever.

The Tower has been re-painted 18 times since its initial construction, an average of once every seven years. It has changed colour several times, passing from red-brown to yellow-ochre, then to chestnut brown and finally to the bronze of today, slightly shaded off towards the top to ensure that the colour is perceived as the same all the way up as it stands against the Paris sky.

The beams of light, directed from the bottom towards the top, illuminate the Eiffel Tower from the inside of its structure. Since 1958, by replacing the 1,290 working projectors that illuminated the Tower from the outside, they highlighted the fine metallic construction of the monument and illuminated the areas used by late-night visitors until the closing of the Tower to the public. In addition to the aesthetic aspect, it is equally necessary for the security of the late-night operation of the Tower.”

© Jaye Marie 2021