Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 195 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Sat
Beneath
The mushroom
Misty morning
My own quiet time
My thoughts run ahead wild
Free from boundaries I roam
I am now become the blue mist
My heart and soul one with all I touch
I am content to stay, to roam free, wild…

©anitadawes 2020

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COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 194 #SYNONYMSONLY

This week, Annette Rochelle Aben selected the words for the syllables only challenge. That means you can’t use those two words. You must find synonyms to replace them. Fun, right?

Here are your two words:

Hint & Bold

This week I (Jaye) am stepping in to ease Anita’s workload with my own tanka, but have to warn you, I’m not the poet in this house!

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Good as new

The warning whisper
Signalled her heart was broken
Brave and unafraid
We didn’t need the reminder
In time, will be good as new…

©JayeMarie 2020

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge… #Etheree

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 193, #POET’SCHOICE

This post for Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge was dictated to me from Anita’s hospital bed!

Image by JW A from Pixabay

The
Same walls
Days on end
Peace has vanished
The same sounds, low moans
no regard for the hour
seagulls cry outside my window
they cry for all the souls lost at sea
I hope I’m home before they cry for me…

©anitadawes 2020

#Throwback Thursday~#Out of Time… #MysteryThriller

Haiku Out of Time.jpg

Excerpt from Out of Time…

Kate sat at the table in the Vestry with her head in her hands. She couldn’t believe Jack had found her again, in spite of all the Snowman’s security. She kept seeing the ivory roses, blood dripping from the petals, laid on the altar like an offering. Only Jack could have thought of something that macabre.

The blood reminded her of what had happened to her beloved Dylan, her silver tabby. Jack had ripped him apart in her kitchen, strewing blood and fur all over the floor for her to find. At least this time, she wouldn’t have to clean up the mess.

Why had Michael gone outside?

She knew he was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that their relationship was over. After all this time it must have been a bitter pill to swallow. But going against David Snow’s specific orders was foolish and irresponsible. Maybe his depression had grown bad enough to warrant taking such a risk. Or had he wanted to die?

The voice disapproved. ‘I did ask you to try and be kind to him, Kate. Even though you couldn’t love him, you, of all people, should have treated him better than that…’

It was true; she could remember feeling that bad. Jack had that effect on most people. Just knowing he was out there somewhere had made her suicidal in the past, and the feeling wasn’t too far away at the moment.

The Snowman should have let her see Michael, her imagination couldn’t be worse than the real thing. Right then, it didn’t seem real, and she kept expecting to see him come through the door at any minute. She wished with all her heart that she had run away the first time she suspected Jack was back on the scene. Michael’s sudden reappearance had reawakened all her old desires and dreams, rendering her incapable of thinking straight.

Fate was too cruel. Why had it conspired to bring Jack back into her life at that particular time? If he hadn’t arrived when he did, her brother would not have died and the chain of destruction would have broken.

She wanted to run away but suspected there was no point. Jack would find her wherever she went. The knowledge sunk in that none of them were safe anymore, if they ever were. What would it take to be rid of Jack for good?

Kate heard the door open but realised the noise had come from the wrong side of the room. As she raised her head to investigate, a damp, sweet-smelling cloth covered her face. She struggled against it, but he was too strong.

The room went dark and then faded away…

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#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 192, #THEMEPROMPT

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Kerfe Roig from last month’s challenge picked the theme…

This month’s theme is:

Maps

Image by piviso from Pixabay

It’s
Too late
The road ends
The maps too old
Marks faded by time
Can no longer guide you
X to where x marked the spot
Treasure buried there stays hidden
Where tall tales become urban legends
The story never ends, the hunt goes on…

©anitadawes 2020

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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 186 #SynonymsOnly

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Anita Dawes picked the two words for you to choose your synonyms from. Opposites are so fun to work with. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Here are your two words:

“BLESSED & HEX”

Dark
Shadows
Upon me
By evil eye
Sacred ground I seek
Holy blessings I need
With consecrated water
Sorcery follows dark footsteps
Leading me by bewitching shadows
To bury this black curse on hallowed ground…

©anitadawes 2020

This was just what Anita needed right now, as she battles her way back to health, and I would like to thank Colleen personally for choosing Anita for this weeks words!

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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is:

Haibun


I shall build my home high above the trees on flat mountain rock. Where family may come if they want to follow. Sunday lunch as before, I wait to hear their knock on my door…

My castle built, stands

Cold inside I sit waiting

No knock do I hear…

©anitadawes 2020

This is Anita’s first Haibun, and we both hope it is correct…

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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt

Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay

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!


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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 180, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!


Image by Ruth Archer from Pixabay

Red Sails in the Sunset…

From
Snow-capped
Mountains white
To cold open seas
My red sails billow
Passing folk wave me by
My days filled with sunshine smiles
nights diamond bright to dream by
Its you that fills my sleeping moments
Your hand forever in mine, life complete…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Painted #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Painted #writephoto

 

This week Sue Vincent has chosen a rather lovely image for the prompt.

Shades of Monet there, I think…

 

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather oriental red bridge over a  pool covered with waterlilies and surrounded by trees.

 

Woodland Scent

What lies beyond the red bridge?

Tantalising, teasing, a sound calling me

Daring me to fight my way through the trees

I cross over the shining lily pond

Following the sweet melancholy sound

Of someone singing

Their sorrow filled the air

I felt it, a delicate touch

A small hand brushing against my skin

The scent of woodland must be messing with my head

I reach a clearing where a large tree had fallen

I sat awhile, the strange sound surrounding my head

Again, the touch on my arm

There she sat, beside me

Her eyes the colour of moonlight

Her hair, fallen snow, so delicate

One touch would crush her

I dare not move for fear she would vanish

So beautiful a wood nymph

As any painter would wish to put on canvas

I thought of Monet

How well she would look on his lily pond

Her tiny frame would not look out of place

Realising that the singing had stopped

I remember thinking I had not seen her mouth moving

Her words entered my head

You must save the woodlands

We are many, unseen by human eyes

We need the trees to protect us, to live…

With one last touch against my skin, she vanished.

My mind turned upside down

As I walked back across the bridge

Turning to take one last look

I swear I could see her sitting on a lily pad…

©anitadawes 2020