A Weird Week… #Wednesday

I suppose it had to happen.

Despite a faint, lingering weirdness in the air, I couldn’t find anything to write about on Wednesday.

For some reason, I woke up feeling grumpy and couldn’t shake it off. I tried ignoring it, always my first choice, but it stuck to me like glue. I tried to work through it, which is my second choice. This almost worked, but my heart wasn’t in it, and I soon gave up.

This was a kind of weirdness, although not exactly what I wanted to talk about. Of course, I knew why my inner calm had decided to take the day off. My latest endeavour had been proving difficult, to the point when giving up on it seemed the only option. And I don’t like giving up…

I have had to give up on many things, and quite a lot of things have given up on me. I had wrongly assumed that those days were finally behind me, and then I got too old, and my brain is not what it was.

These days, I have to pick solutions out of my head, like using a pin to eat winkles. With about the same result. You never get them all out in one piece, do you?

Desperate to do something, I finished updating my new book covers on Goodreads, Smashwords and D2Digital. It needed doing and went some way to soothe the depression beast.

After lunch, a bona fide weird happened.

The sun had decided to appear after all. It was shining through the living room window onto a new bowl my sister had recently bought. This bowl was glass; we often have rainbows when the sun hits them.

When I was summoned to see the magic, I imagined more of the same effects. Imagine my joy to find a rainbow all right, but this one was inside the bowl!

This little rainbow was just what I needed to push all that frustration away.

Please tune in for another weird day tomorrow, as I already know what I’m in for!

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

Image by Chris Martin from Pixabay

my mind’s eye
I see green clouds
I lie on blue grass
with purple candy floss
the day spins into wonder
memories float out into space
caught inside multi coloured bubbles
I found my happy place, inside my mind’s eye…


#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 279: #Tastetherainbow-Color/Weather Poetry

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…


Are you ready for a #TankaTuesday theme prompt? Ken Gierke (Rivrvlogr) from last month’s challenge picked the theme:


a drab
rainy day
paint a rainbow
in all that you do
see the smiles in their eyes
hear the leaves whisper thank you
as you pass by each mighty tree
see the fairies wave as you pass them there…


#BlogBattle ~ Scattered ~ #Poetry

October #BlogBattle: Scattered

My granddaughter dropped her kaleidoscope
From the top window
Tiny, coloured pieces scattered across the patio
I heard her little footsteps running down the stairs
Holding my breath, hoping she wouldn’t fall
Three-year-olds often know no fear
The tiny jewels shone under bright sunlight
Lost treasure belonging to the shining ones
Running into the kitchen where I stood
Watching the coloured dancing lights
Renewing my faith in magic
“I didn’t throw it Nan,
I tried to find more light to make the pieces shine”
Hugging my leg, her tears drying on my apron
Looking at her tear-stained face
I couldn’t tell her off for playing near an open window
Taking her hand, we walked outside
We will go to town and buy a new one
With a sob in her voice, she said
“It is a broken rainbow…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dance – April 22, 2021

My soul, lost inside a rainbow world
I dance. My body sways, bends, stretches
Inside a penny gobstopper
I am a mass of energy
My mind screaming to be set free
Let me dance where there can see
Let me bring the colours with me
Let me turn the gobstopper inside out
My hair flying behind me
My body contorted by muscle memory
I cannot stop until they can see…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Rainbows – March 18, 2021


The double promise of peace ahead
Of magic within the space above
For those to see
Stand still awhile,
feel the change in the atmosphere
Hear the whisper across the corn
Telling you, you can be whatever you want
You are the best of the rainbow promise
Things you have forgotten will return
You are time touched to make your own magic…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Kissed by a rainbow… #Poetry



Kissed by a rainbow

Dark grey clouds hover above my head

Like steel girders waiting to plummet

The jagged face of lightning screaming

Ice cold balls hit the ground

As if shot from a cannon

I run; I will not become a target for giant balls of ice

Windscreens crack, Jack Frost’s paintings linger

On dented bonnets, roofs

An invisible giant walked across parked cars

Their owners become the victims

Of the Hand of God

Only these are not leather footballs

In what was meant to be a friendly match

This hand has vengeance in its palm

Its aim of an Olympian aiming for gold

I take shelter in a nearby shop

Watching the carnage

Wondering if a giant golfer is aiming for a hole in one

I felt lucky, I didn’t own a car

Or one of those houses with a hole in its roof

I’m a visitor, passing through

Knowing the weather will calm soon enough

Leaving blue skies kissed by a rainbow…

©anitadawes 2020

Colour Me… #Poetry


Image by Pixabay.com

Colour Me

My thoughts take on a different colour

Depending on the words or who is speaking

A child can come across as pink and fluffy

Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope

Full of wonders, possibilities

Speak too fast and the colours spar

Like a fuse about to blow

Angry voices bring dark storm clouds

Across windswept seas, lightning flashing

Lovers whispering on a park bench

In purple twists of blue swirling patterns

Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind

When they kiss, I see a river of lights?

A festival of love

Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams

I care not that people think me a loon

This is how I see my world…

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Stormy Weather…



According to our weather people yesterday morning, the UK will be experiencing a taste of what the Americans have to put up with. We tend to take these alarmist weather reports with a pinch of salt, but seeing as how the wind had already knocked my neighbour’s bin over, there might be something to it this time.

Just before lunch, the wind increased. The trees at the back of the house complained as the gusts became more violent.

I watched, mesmerised, as the huge branches bent almost double, completely at the mercy of the elements.

I expected at least one of them to break, but somehow they didn’t. I was reminded of that old maxim about the necessity of learning how to bend in order to stop from breaking.

That was when the rain joined in, adding a torrential downpour to the churning scene outside my window.

It was a scene from a horror movie, all that was missing were the ominous rumbles of thunder and theatrical flashes of lightning.

I stood and watched it all from the safety of my office. Work was abandoned as I watched Nature at her best. (Or worst) I almost wanted to run outside and be a part of it all, but common sense prevailed.

I must be getting old.

The rain lashed at the glass, just inches from my face. The sudden force of it taking me by surprise. The millions of water droplets magnified and distorted my vision and for a moment, I was transported to the middle of a waterfall, or a storm tossed boat on a stormy night. In my imagination I seemed to be soaking wet and cold, my teeth wanted to rattle as the shivers began. I could smell the water on my skin and clothes. I knew I should step away from the window and come back to my world, but my feet would not obey me. They too were transfixed by the weather and felt cold and wet.

I tried to see through the rain spattered window, hoping to see the reality of my back garden, but it wasn’t there. I was somewhere else.

Nothing looked familiar.

I saw a ship, struggling to stay afloat in the turbulent water. Huge foam tipped waves slowly lifted above the ship, threatening to crush it. Then, with a roar, the water fell and I lost sight of the ship. Had it been lost, sacrificed to the God of the sea?

Sorrow gripped my heart and my eyes desperately sought to find the craft, but all I could see were the waves, incredibly beautiful waves, soaring, then crashing down, roaring with the power of it all…

Then the phone rang and I was back in my office. Was it my imagination, but was the rain easing off? Had the wind run out of steam?

Or had I simply stopped seeing the destructive force right outside my window?

A quick check revealed that the rain had stopped. The trees had quieted down too, meaning the wind had blown away to pastures new.


As I watched, the sky began to clear. The dark clouds slunk away like a bad dream, revealing the fading tail end of a rainbow. I was disappointed to have missed it and turned away from the window.

But something made me take another look.

High above me was another rainbow. This one stronger and brighter than the one I missed just minutes before.


They say the rainbow is God’s promise to never to send us the biblical floods that Noah had to cope with.

I smiled at that thought, for it would seem in certain areas of the world, He comes perilously close to breaking this promise…

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