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

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ #Poetry


In the long diamond years of my life
I wonder how it is I have fallen into a world
Of ever-changing butterflies
That like to flash and change before your eyes.
Something, I am sure, no human has seen before.
They fly beside you,
their tiny wings like fans, cooling the skin
No need to rush or hurry life, they seem to say.
I wish I had this whispered to me years ago
I would have slowed down, making time for life’s wonders
The magic and splendour we so often let pass by…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

April 8: Flash Fiction Challenge

April 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that “rethinks the hero.” Define the hero, comparing or contrasting to the classic definition. Break the mold. What happens to the hero in the cave? Is it epic or everyday? Is there resistance or acceptance? Go where the prompt leads!

My favourite heroes, da Vinci, Plato, Galileo
To name but a few
Not forgetting the classics, like Achilles, Hercules
As a child, Tarzan was my favourite,
Taking care of the animals, righting wrongs
Then I switched to Superman, fantasy maybe.
Turning to more modern heroes
Maya Angelou would be up there.
My father for leaving, before he knew I existed
What a hero!
I digress, sorry. It’s one of those days
when I feel like pouring out all sorts of nonsense
What would happen if you put them in a cave?
Would their mighty egos break down the walls?

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #44 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Image by yancharris from Pixabay

With the colour drained out of Times Square
The yellow cab screamed, look at me!
Make the most of it, my photo will soon be up there.
Then stand back, as Times Square comes alive.
Pushing that yellow cab into the background
No more than a tool to get from A to B
Does that sound big headed?
Go ahead, you can say it.
No matter, for I am the light…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #113

The painting is by Edward Hopper.

For the visually challenged writer, the painting shows a woman sitting at a table in a restaurant or diner. A man is sitting at an adjacent table and seems to be staring at her.

Early morning, she waits for her breakfast order,
Illuminated by sunlight.
The man opposite is looking at the young couple
at the table opposite her, holding hands across the table.
They lean in for a kiss.
He is watching people stroll by the large window.
The young lady in the blue dress sees none of this,
she appears to be lost in thought.
He watches as a young girl loses her glove,
no one noticing.
A cheeky young chap waves, as he passes with his mother.
instinct made him lift his hand to wave back.
All the time wondering why the young lady,
Lost in thought, takes no notice of the life around her…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #361 #Poetry

Photo Challenge #361

Photo by fotografierende on Pexels.com

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

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 497 ~ #Poetry

I wait on table; the tips are below average.

Our small village is dying. Tourists pass us by,

as if we have vanished from the land.

I sigh a lot these days.

I remember reading in the good book, As above, so below.

Daffy talk because I still don’t know what it means.

I wish I could lift myself high, fly away

Watch the people below become too small

to figure out what I’m looking at.

Vanished, like our poor village,

leaving me to float away…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Canopy – April 1, 2021

Few people will have heard about the mushroom gods

That visit the ancient woods once a year,

beneath their own luminous green canopy.

Born as one, separate now, yet always together

They stand within the sacred circle to bless the land

They gather information from the trees

Of those that have passed beneath the green canopy

Showing where families have stepped

With smiling faces and laughing children

listening their strange stories

stepping into the faded footsteps

they speak the blessing for those that passed.

one such visitor, dressed in rags,

spends time hugging the trees,

whispering his message of love and thanks

his blessings shall be tenfold.

they are pleased with the guardians of the woods,

the stories they have told.

they return now to their home beneath the earth.

a wonder we would love to see.

I will tell you of this later…

© Anita Dawes 2021