Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay
… and one of my favourite poems …
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
continuing the sister theme today, this beautiful poem from Anita…
Time for Writing…
Today, I am spending time with my WIP, hoping to discover the magic that I know hides between the pages…
Wishing everyone a peaceful weekend, and we will see you on Monday…
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay ~ Poem by Anita Dawes
I thought this quite apt this morning, as our lives have become a bit of a nightmare lately…
Post will follow shortly…
Today we are posting something from both of us with the same theme…
Going to the movies has always been a special treat, so long may it continue!
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay ~ Poetry by Anita Dawes
Now for my favourite!
John Luther is back!
We loved every second of the Luther detective series on TV. The one starring Idris Elba, no connection to Superman!
Idris Elba as John Luther ticked all my boxes, even some I didn’t know I had. When he severely blotted his copybook and was defrocked, or should I say de trench coated from his role as DCI, I was gutted.
Luther: The Fallen Sun
The film opens with Luther in prison, and without letting any cats out of bags, I can say that I was on the edge of my seat, chewing my nails from the get-go.
Totally brilliant and looking utterly wonderful, the film (and Idris) was brilliantly clever, menacing dark and breathtaking. Everything I could ever want.
This was John Luther at his absolute best!
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Serenity
I see her face, familiar yet unknown to me. Her voice, a whisper, gentle sighs I stand on a timeless place, I feel my mind quiver. leaping over new thoughts The killing fields far behind me I see a halo above each fallen soul A twig from the Judas tree caught in my clothing. I turn a page in my bible, my mind numb As I walk towards a low lying cloud I feel serene, as the blanket of white covers me, taking me home… ©AnitaDawes2023
Image by Sergei Tokmakov, Esq. https://Terms.Law from Pixabay
A Game of Two Halves
I sit in court looking at my hands. Listening to the racket made by the official law giver. Passing judgement on love a game of two halves There is more than a single string to the heart Love goes where it is most needed He tried to make his point as to the fault of my crime The forbidden touch, he called it. A double back hand threw the score in my favour. Boos and whistles from the public gallery Shouts of ‘It’s a sin, the Bible says so!’ From early childhood I have known I was different. The heart wants what the heart needs. Now I am free to love again… ©AnitaDawes2023
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 