Worn Out Shoes…

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My husband wore his shoes out at an alarming rate, as if they were made of paper.

He always had holes in the middle of his soles.

I tried to convince him that rubber soles would last longer, but he insisted on leather.

One afternoon, waiting in the repair shop, an elderly gentleman standing beside me leaned over and said, ‘The owner of those shoes will never be rich. It’s real bad luck to have a man like that.’

Turns out that gentleman was right.

As for myself, I wear comfortable shoes that don’t wear out, they grow old like me…

 

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

My Favourite Journey… Carrot Ranch Literary Community 99 word Photo Prompt

February 27: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

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My Favourite Journey

The road to Tintagel

My favourite journey

The small towns and villages

we pass along the way

we stop as often as we can

check things out

learn a thing or two

along the way.

the long leafy lanes

where you can only see

blue skies, birds.

when the hedgerows lower

fields of green, yellow

sheep happily grazing

the world laid out

like a patchwork quilt

that goes on forever.

we pass Stonehenge

give a salute to the old stones

still standing

as much as I want to reach

journeys end

I wish it would go on forever please…

©anitadawes 2020

Summer Days… #Poetry

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Summer Days

Battersea Park

My childhood playground

Boating lake, paddling pool

Splash and laugh all day

Buy a bag of chips

On the way home

Wrapped in newspaper

that did not stain your hands

making the chips taste all the better

treasured moments now

I remember them too often

Wishing I could turn the clock back

For just one day…

©anitadawes 2020

#Memories… #Poetry

 

 

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Memories

Children’s empty playground

Swings, roundabouts

Shiny metal slide to hot to slide down

Do I dare go inside?

Swing awhile, remembering

Old summer days when we had

all the time in the world before us

My long-lost school friends

Are they there beside me?

Do I see the empty swing moving?

Or is it my own vibration

that moves, ghosts remembered…

©anitadawes 2020

#Flashfiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Stories to Tell

A simple wooden bench

Beneath welcome shade

May not seem exciting

The stories it could tell

Of lover’s first kiss

Under moonlight

It’s now their go-to place

After fifty years

Each kiss as good as the first

That’s what they would tell you

Margaret and Ethel

Meet there at lunchtime

Discuss their aches and pains

Walk home feeling less lonely

Sixty-year-old Tom

Brings breadcrumbs

To feed the pigeons

Remembering times

His wife sat beside him

This simple wooden structure

Serves the community

I thank God it’s there

To sit, watch life go by

More stories yet to tell…

©anitadawes 2020