#Key

Mindlovemisery Menagerie ~ Wordle #295 ~ #Poetry

/ Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 7 Comments 

A single key hung from the ceiling
The room filled with the colours of a rainbow
The church had been derelict for years
I was transported by a single thought
Suspicion rose like a frozen hand at my back
The mediums could be right 
about the curse on this old sacred place
No time to elaborate now
I shuffle forward the small distance towards the altar
Remembering the key above my head
After making the sign of the cross
I climbed on to the altar, snatching the key
Now all I needed was the keyhole
To find the treasure hidden in Rosslyn Chapel
My search continues, no keyhole as yet
I am not the kind to give up
I will find the book of St, Germaine…


To be continued


©AnitaDawes2022

#Whatdoyousee #WDYS #Poetry

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What do you see # 122 – February 21, 2022

Image credit; 8machine@ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows two skeleton’s hands reaching towards a digital device enveloped in purple-pink haze.

I fell asleep fully formed
Drifted into a world I do not know
I am bone, blue metallic, shining
Drawn towards the thin red door
I am under the control of an unknown force
I have no choice but to enter
You are a non-entity
You will not return to flesh without the key
Like Hercules, you will go through many trials
If you wish to return to your body.
My bones float through silence
Through a strange, coloured soup
Odd forms drift by
my voice ring out, no answer
I hear myself screaming, 
where’s the key, I need the key
My wife nudges me in the ribs
They’re on the hall stand…

©AnitaDawes2022

#Writephoto ~ Secret #Poetry

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Thursday photo prompt: Secret #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old wooden door framed by ancient stone, with an ornate key inserted in a rusted, heart-shaped lock.

Dare to Touch

In a dungeon, deep beneath the castle
Lies a door with a heart shaped lock
A quarter piece missing.
This had me intrigued
Are we allowed to enter to
find the missing quarter?
Legend has it that to find it
touch it, to hear the heartbeat
You leave a quarter piece
of your own heart behind
to make new ones
for those who are in need.
Something about the legend speaks to me
I heard the familiar beat
so I dared to touch the beating heart.
The secret is, there is no secret
The legend spells it out.
Would you touch the beating heart?
Leave a part of yourself behind
In some forgotten time and space?

©anitadawes 2020