Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt
Look
into
my green eyes
I’m in disguise
My true form hidden
Guarded by evil witch
Aurelia’s cold dark hand
Holds my soul in black granite rock
Merlin’s my name, whispered on the wind
or love of Arthur, you can set me free…
©anitadawes 2020
You can tell that Colleen loves cats!
Abandoned house. Image by Jaye Marie
Who is that in the window? Image by Jaye Marie
Nature wins! Image by Jaye Marie
Looking back, it seems such a long time ago that my temperature began to rise alarmingly, and I thought the worst. I never once thought it could have anything to do with cystitis that had been plaguing me for years.
I mean, some things you simply must learn to live with, like your mother in law or the resident ghost.
This time, however, it was serious.
Cystitis had progressed from a simple bladder problem to a full-blown kidney infection, possibly both kidneys.
My doctor was in lockdown, so my family telephoned the helpline 111 for help. I was given a week’s course of a strong antibiotic and told to drink as much water as possible.
It was a nightmare of a week.
A week when death seemed preferable to the agony I was going through. I was semi-conscious most of the time and unwilling to eat. The pills were seriously upsetting my stomach and made my body hurt even more, which I did not think was possible.
After what felt like a lifetime of pain, my temperature finally slid slowly back down to normal, but I didn’t feel normal at all. That would happen gradually and I’m not quite there yet!
I have lost 7 lbs somewhere, but don’t feel any different.
As I am writing this, my body still hurts and my head refuses to function properly. I keep trying to think of all the projects I had planned before this happened and wonder how my muse is feeling. I hope it feels better than I do, for we have much work to catch up on, seeing as how I have been reminded of how valuable our time is…
And I have just wasted enough of it already…
You won’t guess what this photograph is…
I desperately need a new camera, for its absolute crap at taking night photos…
But I tried to capture it anyway, and although it’s terrible, it did make me laugh!
terrible image by Jaye Marie
This is the view from our front door, and the white light is the street lamp.
Drum roll please… the orange light is… THE MOON …
To say I was disappointed would be putting it mildly, but compared to what is going on at the moment, nothing to speak of really…
Hoping everyone is keeping chins and spirits up… difficult, I know, but one day we will laugh about it. (at least I have been told that we will)
Image by Jaye Marie
One wonderful blue-grey morning
I found by luck
this sacred woodland
Trees so old, they often fall
Revealing an ancient sentinel
Whose roots go deep
This most precious tree
will never die
It lives alongside
An ancient legend after all…
Image by Pixabay.com
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…
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.
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.
Image from Peacock Poetry
Coincidence?
I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?
©Jaye Marie 2020
Image by Jaye Marie
Byron’s favourite place…
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
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 