#Whatdoyousee #WDYS #Poetry

What do you see # 122 – February 21, 2022

Image credit; 8machine@ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows two skeleton’s hands reaching towards a digital device enveloped in purple-pink haze.

I fell asleep fully formed
Drifted into a world I do not know
I am bone, blue metallic, shining
Drawn towards the thin red door
I am under the control of an unknown force
I have no choice but to enter
You are a non-entity
You will not return to flesh without the key
Like Hercules, you will go through many trials
If you wish to return to your body.
My bones float through silence
Through a strange, coloured soup
Odd forms drift by
my voice ring out, no answer
I hear myself screaming, 
where’s the key, I need the key
My wife nudges me in the ribs
They’re on the hall stand…

©AnitaDawes2022

Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie ~ #Challenge #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Champagne bubbles kissed my nose, 
reminding me of last night’s French kiss. 
I lost her in the crowd, my dark-haired beauty. 
Please God let me find her.
With no chance of hailing a taxi,
tenacious is now tattooed on my brow.
With a grimace on my face, 
I turned my collar up to the sound of fireworks. 
My red mustache dripping rain on my chin, 
flustered, pushing my way through the crowd 
trying to find her. I need a second kiss. 
One will not quiet the caterwaul, 
the silent howling in my head.
Why had I let her slip from my hands?
A New Year's gift from the Gods I must find…


©AnitaDawes2022

Mindlovesmisery Photo Challenge #385

Photo credit Mark Payton

MLMM PhotoChallenge #385

Worry is a terrible thing, it steals the quality of life from right under your nose, reducing your world into a place of doom and gloom. We have been sitting on a massive worry these past six months and have refused to start the new year until we had good news.

I have desperately tried to keep everything normal, finish my WIP and keep the website going, but have to admit it was a poor imitation of the real thing, and I apologise for that.

I have not been sharing much of this with our friends and followers and this may seem strange after all your incredible support when Anita had that massive heart attack in 2020. Your love and good wishes pulled us through that terrible time, but when disaster struck again last year, it seemed far more serious, and we really felt that talking about it might make it worse.

Anita’s heart is still severely damaged, and despite having two stents and a pacemaker fitted, it only barely functions. When a series of lumps started to appear around her neck last year, the alarm bells started ringing again.

Because of the raging virus and all the hospital delays, it took months to have the lumps investigated. The consultant mentioned cancer and after deliberation, they finally decided to remove part of her thyroid. Surgery was a problem as they didn’t think her heart was strong enough, but they said that delaying it was not an option.

A nightmare time for all the family, especially Anita for she can’t abide hospitals at the best of times. My sister has never been ill and to be struck down by two life threatening illnesses almost at the same time seems very unfair. She made it through the surgery without incident, but we had to wait two agonising weeks to get the results of the tests.

By this time, we were all terrified and sick with worry, dreading the news.

The day of the appointment, I felt sick to my stomach but somehow kept a smile on my face. I think I held my breath when she was called into the consultants office, but five minutes later the door opened and she rushed out of the room, a massive smile on her face. We watched in amazement as she ran out of the ENT department to a standing ovation from the nurses.

By this time, we knew the news must be good, but I wanted to know how good. Just before we all reached the lifts, I caught her arm and made her stop walking. ‘Well,’, I said and waited.

She stood there and laughed at me, and I didn’t think she was going to say anything.

‘THERE IS NO CANCER,’ she shouted.

All the way home in the car, she kept saying those words, and her relief was wonderful to see. Despite the odds, her poor old ticker had survived the surgery and she was cancer free.

But four days later, we had to rush back to the hospital, as Anita was having trouble breathing. She is now back home, but it seems that worrying isn’t going anywhere after all.

She is looking better, although still very weak and breathless much of the time. The list of her medications grows ever longer, but … and you may have noticed this, none of what happened has stopped her writing her poetry.

Now all I have to do, is get my own head back together!

© AnitaDawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #381 ~ Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.

The old screen legends
The heroes I worshipped
At Saturday morning cinema
They had ten minutes to jump on the light
To enable them to return in a new form
Or be trapped in this wasteland
To play out their old role
Johnny Weissmuller, swinging through the trees
Roy Rogers on Trigger
So many heroes played out in my fantasies
gave me hours of joy, I bless the light
that comes to carry them home…

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM Photo Challenge #379

Image credit Pobble365

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Doors

The graffiti covered door
I will leave until last
Door marked number one, the hall of Lost Souls
I barely made it out
A live entity was too much for them
Door number 48
Drop your keys in the bowl on your way in
Who will you be taking home tonight?
The green door holds old Rockers
Not my scene
The dark brown door with its shiny brass handles
I wish I had never stepped inside
The old monks with their grey wizened faces
Stood in a circle in continuous prayer, I run
The door with the grill, says stay outside
I should have listened
Inside was something that reminded me
of the Pin Man, a horror film I had watched
Again, my feet run
The graffiti door I did not enter
I knew it would be filled with young faces
With paint on their hands…

© Anita Dawes 2021