Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ #Sunday Writing Prompt:

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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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ #Photo Challenge

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #362

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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

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Wordle #236 #Poetry

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #235

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…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #361 #Poetry

Photo Challenge #361

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Striped socks, feet held close together

Almost in prayer, wondering where to go

Camera ready, campervan still to be found

Small globe of the world. All of this doesn’t help.

Old words on tape, tell of a story long lost

Time past of adventures, what to do?

Travel or paint. Time to take the bull by the horns,

Buy that campervan, keep a record of all you see.

Material for the easel later, a light bulb moment.

Why not paint a scene at each place you stop to rest?

With this in mind, boots were placed over the striped socks

They were off to buy a campervan.

Meantime, the socks inside those boots prayed

He would not lose his resolve…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #360 #Poetry

Yuuki Morita

There are days when I feel like a wild dog

Ready to devour anything that gets in my way

I am the silver back gorilla, king of my own urban jungle

I am expected to have eight arms

Like the octopus, to get the workload done

I try blending in like the chameleon

I feel the slow plod of the rhinoceros baked in the sun

This is the menagerie I call my mind

With bull frogs calling, late into the night

Still, I sleep with the silence of the lambs…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #234

I stop to listen to the oracle

Who speaks to me of greatness

Of a person trying to enter my life

Walking the line, fighting their way

Through the layers of time

I consider the day I let the good times bleed away

Now my tears are empty.

I have a tendency for the melodramatic

Life never comes in thimble fulls.

It so often rushes at us like a tribe of angry bees.

Having been stung, getting a bad reaction,

I know how it feels to be liminal.

One leg in, the other out, stuck between the space

While the stomach does the hokey cokey…

©Anita Dawes 2021