Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

May 4, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 4 Comments

Wordle #239

Morning did nothing to shake the cobwebs from last night’s dream.
They had decided to exhume my mother-in-law.
The piquant reminder followed me around.
My wife seemed to be in with the fallout,
cooking crepes for breakfast. Mother’s favourite.
Friday, late afternoon, I skipped work.
Sat in the park, beneath the cherry blossoms
I watched that age-old chase, boys after girls.
Wishing I could shave off a few years.
The masculine in me, feeling insecure.
She who always has to be obeyed has cast a large shadow.
I am in awe of my wife’s ability to be nothing like her late mother.
I must admit, I may have painted her darker than necessary…

#MLMM ~ #Sunday Writing Prompt:

May 3, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 5 Comments

Floating free, surrounded by light,
I found a tiny planet that drew me in.
I walked for miles before finding a living being.
Tiny, like the planet. No more than four foot tall.
Asking where I could find a bed for the night,
He pointed down the road to a small yellow building.
I’m not what you call tall, five foot nine.
I hoped the inside might be larger.
Bending to enter the door, I could see how small everything was.
The lady behind the desk slapped her hand over her mouth
to stifle a scream. “You cannot stay here!”
Backing out of the door, I sat on the pavement,
wondering how I could return home.
The kindness of strangers fed me, they sat with me.
“You’re stuck with us for a while, the next big energy wave
Won’t be back for the next two years.
“That’s your ride back home. In the meantime,
we can build you a place of your own.
“In return, you can work in the fields for us.”
I was beginning to feel like Gulliver.
Later in the evening, would I hear, “Twelve o clock and all’s well?”
If I am dreaming, don’t wake me. Let me stay a while…

#MLMM ~ #Photo Challenge

April 29, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 2 Comments

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The land melting, sliding over
Like a waterfall
A small mill paddling backwards
Trying to maintain a grip on steady land
Like so many of us who have paddled backwards
Trying to retrieve our steps
To right some wrong, in order to do better.
When paddling forward
It seems to me, the world is paddling backwards
Soon it will go full cycle
With any luck, we will meet ourselves
We can then paddle forwards
Avoiding waterfalls…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #362

April 22, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / Leave a comment

My lantern lit, each day I sit, I wait
My work clothes damp from hands that grope
My mask must stay until he comes
Gone this past year. A plan, he said,
a house to build that must be secure,
safe from hands that grope, eyes that see
Then I will ask you to be my wife, to live free
Vanished from this world, they will say.
She was last seen sitting, lantern held
In the same spot, waiting
Some say she was taken by a dark shadow
Others say a prince
I believe she found the crystal bridge
To a world only she could see
I have sat in her spot and wondered
No prince did I see, no bridge to cross
I made it here, I intend to stay
My prince is here, where I left him
Warm, in our bed…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

April 19, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 4 Comments

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt, April 11/2021 – FREEDOM

HERE, in this grey world
With my God given freedom
I dance, to bring colour to this dull grey world.
As I go through my routine, I realise how hard it is to change
The stubborn hold on this grey matter.
My feet bleed, my heart grows heavy,
I cannot stop, I must bring colour back.
I am one against the many
I feel the colour drain from me
Growing across the ground in an ever-increasing pool
Up along the tower, the buildings sparkle under sunlight
I am drained, I am colourless, I am grey
I am freedom…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Wordle #236 #Poetry

April 14, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 2 Comments

The mournful sound of seashell held to the ear
Being carried upward by memory
Cold arms, the odour of sea salt
Stirring the motion as he rocks me
Whispering how he no longer thinks of his life as a loner
I feel his brass buttons press against my chest
As he promises, this will be his last trip at sea
On his return, we will marry.
Weeks pass before news arrives
The Marie Celeste has been found with no one aboard
My love is lost at sea, no wedding veil is needed
No vows to make
Just tears to wash sea salt from my face
That feeling of having lost my mind…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #235

April 9, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / Leave a comment

I feel the trespass, my mind invaded.
Slow, sensual, my thoughts rearranged.
The months of waiting disappear like a bad storm.
Life’s elastic wonders spring back
Opium hazed days linger.
My palate full of unexplained sensations
A cascade of delight, the body surrenders
The gesture from mind screaming for more…