#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 75 – March 29, 2021

Image credit; Jasmin Chew @ Unsplash

( 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

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

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

Eugi’s Causerie ~ Weekly Challenge ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Extraordinary- March 11, 2021

There are so many cracks in the universe.
Strange things get twisted inside
Some things are meant to reach our reality
Like the tiny house where the staff protect those
that walk the path and enter the world of magic.
Sit, enjoy a cup of tea,
take note of the wonderful dreams that come at night.
Let the green-eyed goddess watch over you
blow a kiss to the black cat that crosses your path
let good luck be your new buzzword…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Just Words… #Poetry

I flick through the pages of my mind
The words strange,
as if from another in a parallel universe
A gift from one mind to another
With no way of giving thanks
I am grateful for the shared wisdom
And dutifully write each word as given
I know there to be more than one sender
Some better than others
I cannot afford to ignore
even the smallest word sent
For fear of offending
I have no wish for this magic exchange to stop
Here are today’s words…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC #100 #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #100

The image is from artbyrandy at Morguefile.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an old man in a lush park setting. He has long white hair and a long white beard and is dressed in back with a guitar hanging around his neck and a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Time Slip

Merlin is back, the spell that held him for too long, broken
His search through time begins to find the one he loves, Vivienne
With each finding, he is too late
She has vanished, taken another ride on time
Her adventure never stops
She has Merlin’s magic to guide her and uses it well
She has had many loves since that long time ago
When Merlin chased her, leaving her with one burning idea
She must have his magic. She can feel him behind her
See him now, he has found one of her favourite gardens
By the look of him, he has come to serenade her
Flowers too. How smart he looks.
She feels sorry for him
Her feelings have not changed towards him
He will find the garden empty; his search will go on
He can feel her, just ahead of him
Soon he will trap the one thing his magic let slip away…

© Anita Dawes 2021

A slip in time…

A slip in time

“What’s your name,” I ask the old man, sitting on the park bench feeding the pigeons. I liked the look of him. Small, with a slight hunched back. White hair and the beginnings of a beard.

“My name, do I have a name?”

“Everything has a name.” My reply did not fuel the conversation. Something about the way he moved his hands, the way the small bag of seed did not empty, the way the trees around us held their breath. The silence and the sharp pain at the back of my head, stirring, waking something in me.

“You are Merlin.”

“Am I?”  His blue eyes sparkled with the mischief of a five-year-old child. “Yes, yes, you could be right. My memory is not as it should be these days. I have little to offer you, young man. You are wondering who you are.”

“Not true, I know who I am.”

“Do you know when you are?”

“Yes, I am here, in the park, talking to you.”

“Look around you, do you see what lies before your eyes?”

I did look around me and the trees parted, like an ancient curtain being pulled aside. Wondering if I had named him wrong. Could he be Moses with no sea to part, he split the trees. I see a castle, dark jagged rocks surrounded by vast ocean. I look again at the old man. I could see a tear in his eye, the smell of apples filling the air.

He vanished. The air had taken him. It looked for all the world as if I sat there, talking to myself.

I cried out, “Merlin, where are you?”

Rushing through the trees, calling again, I heard his voice.

“Here I am, look again…”

© anita dawes 2020

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

What
happens
When a ghost’s
pale white image
she sees reflected
With the tears she lets go
Does her wish stir the waters?
Dark hides tiny creatures whisper
When given a heart, let her be loved
Will the magic of the woods give her life?

© anita dawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

July 30, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that uses the phrase “her crowning glory.” (Thanks to Anne Goodwin for the prompt idea.) It can be in the traditional sense of a woman’s hair or applied to any idea of a best attribute. What happens if you play with the meaning or gender? Go where the prompt leads!


She stands on the edge of decision
Beneath the pale silver crescent
Her earthly form chosen
Dark mane flowing
Magic cannot be contained
Her crowning glory, the spiral horn
Long sought after by man
One such as hers
Said to be held by Merlin
The magician, to raise Camelot
She must risk going back in time
When magic held no mystery, it just was
To find a mate, to keep magic
between the worlds
As it had been from the beginning
Will she risk losing her magic
At the hands of some eager
Wannabe wizard
Or find her mate?

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Glisten

Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.

Once you cross the silver strip of light
You are lost, your soul stolen.
You belong to the light
Strap in, hold on tight
The speed of things to come
may need to be remembered
before you run for home.
Ask yourself, is this enchantment
A spell of shimmering magic
to hold me captive
Sweeping mind and soul
into a snow globe
With ever changing time and space
From ancient to modern
Some of which I have no knowledge
Yet each feels a part of me.
I have walked these streets
Spoken to these people
I know their faces, their language.
I have swum beneath these bright waters
With the light now blinding me
I run, straight into myself…

©anitadawes 2020