The Light… #Poetry

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The Light

I am stabbed.
My life blood ebbing from my body
Seeping through the floorboards
I see a lighthouse before the room goes dark.
I walk on illuminated water,
up the steps, there is no one there.
It’s just a large rock with a lamp on it.
I walk back toward the shore,
wondering when I will sink beneath the waves.
I cannot feel the sand beneath my feet.
People walk through me; I feel their electricity.
My body falls to the floor like unwanted clothing.
Yet, I am in front of a mirror.
People gather round, looking at my naked body.
They turn their heads, trying to find me.
I am not there.
I turn back to the water and sink beneath the waves.
I see the light before the dark takes the last spark,
that once was David Turner…


Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Connector ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Connector – Sept. 23, 2021

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A large moon overshadows the lighthouse
The iron bridge stands testimony to time
Ghosts linger, waiting for the day
Someone finds their story
Hidden in the lighthouse
They pray for the day 
it is found and put into print
This they believe will free their souls
I remember my grandfather 
telling me a few of the stories
I don’t believe they will find freedom in print
It would condemn them further
Their deeds too horrendous to spell out here
They must find a different way
To cross the bridge to salvation…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Ghost Light… #Fiction




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The lonely moorland called me by name

Purple heather swaying amongst

the dark low growing gorse

the tiny yellow flowers shining

like too many suns from a sci fi novel

how come this strip of land knows my name?

I heard it clearly as if my wife had called me

The sore spot in my heart reminding me

She is no longer here

She wanted to be a mother

This need stole her and my unborn child from me

With one swipe of the cruel hand of fate I am told.

Mine or hers, I have often wondered

My eyes were drawn to the sea

The rocky piece of land where the lighthouse stands

With my name ringing in my ear.

Victor, the way my wife would sound it

It stung like a knife, scratching the sore spot

Alongside her a small, much younger voice calling Daddy.

I did not become a father,

so, I knew this to be the ravings of my mind

I watched as the great finger of light swung around

On the third pass it seemed to slow

I thought my mind was playing another trick

In the slow finger of light, I could see my wife

Beside her, a young girl of about 4, who looked like my wife

The same eyes, same blonde hair

I heard my wife speak again. I have moved heaven and earth

For you to meet our daughter

I cannot hold the light for much longer

Use your phone, keep the image with you

I cannot return.

The light swung around at the normal speed and they were gone,

my phone the only proof of what I had seen…