#FFFC #Poetry Challenge

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #102

The image is from Marius Venter at Pexels.com.

Having climbed so high above the world
I sit among the clouds.
wondering how the hell I’m going to get down.
After lunch, I will give it more thought.
The air is thin, slowing my mind.
Peace, silent moments fill my being.


He knows nothing of the stone dragon
Slowly approaching from behind
With dragon thoughts of an early lunch
Can our intrepid climber swing beneath the ledge?
Get away to climb another day…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Did you spot the dragon, creeping up on the rocks above the sitter?

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 210 #SYNONYMSONLY

This week, the words for the synonyms only challenge are

PAST & PRESENT


Slow
Summer
Days are gone.
Now we have snow.
Hungry birds to feed.
small footprints left behind.
Visiting cats passing through
I have turned into Sherlock Holmes
Leaving my prints behind as I go
As I search for the abdominal snowman…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Image by Sandra_M_H from Pixabay

#MLMM #Wordle #224 #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

I twist and turn, trying not to wake.
It’s Saturday, 7am, the weekend looms.
I lie there, count the polystyrene tiles on my ceiling.
The one tile with the corner missing.
Reminds me that I have been meaning to remove it.
A job that has been on the top of my list for months
I pull the covers over my head, trying to grab more sleep.
I imagine I am lying in silk sheets, a four-poster bed.
I live in splendour. No cracked tiles
The maid will bring breakfast at precisely 9 am
Who am I kidding?
That kind of magic is for fairy tales.
I remove myself from the trap known as my bed.
Open the window, clear the air.
Let the stale thoughts from the night out.
I stand in front of the window.
The air cool, the sun not warm yet
I give myself a proposition.
A cause celebre, run down the street naked
Shake things up, get myself arrested.
I decided best not to do that.
Take a walk through the woods
at the bottom of my garden
Find my own kind of magic…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #Poetry

What do you see # 66 – January 25 2021

Image credit; Teslariu Mehai @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a person wearing a paper-bag over their head. Words ” Photo shop” are written by hand on the bag)

I don’t need Photoshop to stick my head in sand.
With todays problems, face masks,
Oh excuse me… coverings!
Wash your hands,
run if you see a human walking towards you!
There are days when its best to become an ostrich.
Head in the sand, arse in the air
I’m sorry folks, I’m having a s – – t day.
Where I cannot feel or think the way I should
My son says, pull yourself together, mother.
You’re made of better stuff.
Take the bag from your head,
look at the world with different eyes.
You cannot hide forever.
In my head, I am saying, shut up, I can hide
until the world is put to right
Or take myself off to Photoshop for a revamp…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 492 #Poetry

Blind justice has left its vicious whip marks on his back.
Cheers from the crowd, loud in my ear
I feel myself sway,
knowing I cannot settle the payment asked for his release.
The chain replaced; he is lead away.
I call upon my father, the door is closed in my face.
Who can I tell
about this wicked web of lies against Jack.
I send for help,
my brother might be able to talk sense to my father.
I know it will take a month or more
Before I hear from Frederick
If he cannot come,
Jack will be hung for theft that has become murder.
He did not commit either crime.
Strange justice, blinded by the roar of the crowd…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

January 21, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases “light at the end of the tunnel.” Think of how the cliche replacement communicates a hopeful ending and aligns with your character or story. Go where the prompt leads!

January 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

How about total darkness where the light is meant to be?
You see, I recently died.
My son drove me to the hospital barely breathing
I died in the nurse’s arms, getting me out of the car
I can tell you, for me, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
no wise grandmother telling me it wasn’t my time, go back.
I almost felt disappointed
As if I had been cheated out of something
The thought of my grandmother telling me
I had a purpose, is missing.
I have this empty feeling, wondering why I returned…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Getting Lucky… #Poetry

My son and I often discuss the idea of getting lucky
Why it seems some folks have all the luck
While others like myself are still digging in the dirt
Looking for that four leaf clover
My son offers me his blood if it would help
So I scour the spell books
Buy all the paraphernalia, to no avail
I am still scratching in the dirt
Looking for that four leaf clover
To quote the Bible, seek and you will find
So I keep looking, convinced
I will find my own way of getting lucky…

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity

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Sunrise, I stand alone with my blue ocean
The land beyond
I am King of all I survey, at least for another hour
Before the human ants
come crawling out of the woodwork.
I enjoy this hour, I bathe in it
It will sustain me through the day.
Those sullen voices, grumpy faces
It rolls off my back,
I have become a duck for the day.
To hold back the nightmares
I will watch the sun set
Bathe in the peace of it at the end of my day
Armour against the night terrors
I shall sleep peacefully,
knowing all is well with the world…

© Anita Dawes 2021