He’s still there… #Poetry

 

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He’s still there…

I found him, way up above the stars

Was I dreaming when he spoke to me?

You have searched long and hard

To find the old wizard on your earthly plain

Now you see me in my true form

I come to you in dreaming

For one day you will work with me again

As it was meant to be

I will leave a ring for your small finger

Turn the stone once widdershins

I will be at your side

Your search was never in vain…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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#Writephoto ~ Wistful #Poetry

 

Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.

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Soft Morning Mist

Stand still awhile on this empty moorland

Let the silence wash away yesterday

Feel the pull, as if walking backwards

To an old time, an old world

Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise

Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels

Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?

When you lived in my house…

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

Seeing Double!

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Image by Jaye Marie

Yesterday morning, we were in the office working when Anita’s attention was drawn by what looked like a moving leaf on the path outside our window.

Nothing strange about that, I thought but she had to check it out anyway.

Turned out to be a slightly ragged and battered Peacock butterfly. He was staggering around and seemed quite weak, so we lifted him to the table and supplied him with some sugar water.

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Image by Jaye Marie

 

This seemed to do the trick and he eventually flew away. I wondered how he had become so ragged, as the weather was calm. Maybe he was the kind of butterfly that hibernated, which might explain his condition.

When I googled it, I discovered that Peacock butterflies do hibernate, so mystery solved!

Later on that day, I was confronted by another Peacock butterfly. This time on Sam Allen’s website, Peacock Poetry. 

 

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Coincidence?

I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

Life Remembered ~  An ode to Byron

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Byron’s favourite place…

 

Life Remembered

I have slept too long, I awake now

I walk where my footsteps remain

Dark skies, bright stars hold my secrets

Remembered foolishness

Lost love, oh sweet hands that touched

The lips I kissed when young

Each ragged rock a step in time

When once I walked where rivers flow

Would time return if mind would change

I will walk again those same ragged rocks

With hand held in love…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 21- March 16, 2020

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Image credit; Kellepics- Pixabay

For the Visually challenged readers, the picture shows a woman dressed as a warrior standing on a rock and next to her is a giant mask. One of the eye socket of which is half broken.

 

    Broken Idols

Sunlit tears

Empty eye sockets

Fallen idols, broken

Billowing clouds remember

Change is coming

Stone mountain silent

She stands, proud

Her lean body

Ready to spring

When echoes call…

©anitadawes 2020

The Dream Weaver… #Poetry

 

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Image by Speedy McVroom from Pixabay

 

The Dream Weaver

I told you long ago we would meet again

How are you, after a lifetime

Of following false prophets?

Praying to Gods made of clay

Did you receive all you asked for?

Did I not weave your dreams

with steps for you to follow

whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.

I allowed the memory of your night vision

To remain come morning

Yet you wave them away as a fantasy

Night stuff, I heard you call it

Coincidence is brushed aside, misunderstood

Your life was meant to be the stuff of dreams

Yet here you are after fourscore and ten

Before me once more

Are you ready to start again with

the extra guidance I have spoken of?

Will you listen when you hear

strange whispers in the wind?

Will you follow where I lead

and live the life you prayed for?

©anitadawes 2020

 

5* Review for The Light by Marcia Meara~#UrbanFantasy @MarciaMeara

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The Magic is Back!

For Robert MacKenzie Cole—or Rabbit, as he’s known to all—the chance to accompany his family to see North Carolina’s infamous Brown Mountain Lights has him nearly dizzy with excitement. And what better night to watch this unexplained phenomenon unfold than Halloween?

But when the entrancing, unpredictable lights show up, Rabbit gets far more than he bargained for. He’s gifted with what folks in the Appalachians call “the Sight,” and it’s this extrasensory perception that enables him to spot the one light different from all the rest.

In his biggest challenge to date, Rabbit—aided by his daddy and his newest friend, Austin Dupree— begins a quest to learn more about the mysterious light. Their investigation unveils a web of cons and corruption none of them expected and exposes a brutal murder along the way.

Throughout all, Rabbit is unfaltering in his commitment to do whatever it takes to understand the truth behind the glowing orb and to determine how he can help it. After all, it followed him home.

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Our Review

I had been looking forward to reading Marcia Meara’s latest Wake-Robin Ridge story, as I am a devoted fan of the adopted, delightful eleven-year-old star of the previous books, Rabbit. I expected to be welcomed back and was not disappointed!

This story is all about the mysterious Brown Mountain Lights, a very real phenomenon, something that has puzzled people for years and had Rabbit entranced. I wondered if he would end up discovering something connected to his own special gift, his ability to ‘read’ people and sometimes see the future.

Along the way, he becomes involved in a murder mystery, turning what I thought would be a light-hearted story into something seriously more complicated.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Light. The quality of the writing, the wonderful cast of characters and the sublimely complicated plot left me in awe of the author’s talent.

Cannot wait for the next in the series!

Wings…

 

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Image by Jaye Marie

The universe has many ways of speaking to us, messages from strange realms. I have heard that finding a feather means an angel is passing overhead.

I often find a lone feather in my yard.

Today, for the first time, I found a pair of white feathers.

Angel wings was my first thought.

I went out and measured them, why I don’t know, and they were three inches. Then I didn’t want them to be blown away, so I placed them on one of Jaye’s bonsai.

After sending Jaye out in the rain to take the second photo, I sat wondering what these tiny wings might signify.

I don’t like puzzles, so not so good at figuring out what they might mean, if anything. It made me think of the song, the day the music died.

Did an angel die, leaving her wings in my yard?

Any suggestions?

 

©anitadawes 2020

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