#Writephoto ~ Causeway #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Causeway #writephoto


This week’s prompt ~ Causeway

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.


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Beyond the horizon


I stand barefoot on the wet sand

beside the ragged rocks

Of a long-forgotten causeway

Beneath a soft blue sky

with the straight-line horizon before me

I await for evening

As I have for the past 72 years

To stand beneath the blood moon

Once every ten years

When the Isle of Lenora can be seen

whitewashed walls gleaming under the red moon.

The first time I stood here I was twelve

My father told me the story

Never believed I had seen the shining city,

I think he was disappointed at never having seen it himself

After so many years, time passed,

I believed my father when he said I had imagined it

Now I wait on wet sand, wondering how I can reach

Beyond the horizon to enter the white walls of Lenora…

©anitadawes 2020

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Why I am reposting Broken… #Poetry



Broken coloured shards of light

inside a kaleidoscope

caught inside a tumble dryer

that’s how my life feels.

Broken, trapped inside a bubble

waiting for someone to burst it

let the pieces out, try to put them back together.

How can one life be so fractured, splintered?

How can I have wasted so much time

on a fool with no eyes to see?

Was he blinded by the shards of light

from an ancient woodland?

Did the light remove part of his

knowing, his ability to love?

Can my love remove the blind?

I am reposting Anita’s lovely poem today because I am broken.

Somehow, I have become a virus victim. I don’t think it is THE  virus… but today all bets are off!

my temperature keeps soaring, but not having trouble breathing, so not really sure of anything yet. I do feel a little better today, so maybe it is on the way out!

Thinking of you all,