‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #Poetry

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The clock strikes the midnight hour
Birds sing in this snow filled empty space
Soon, smiling faces shall play there
For the next hour,
ghosts hold sway over this space
Laughing, remembering their days in the sun
Now snow, cold bites at their white fingers
Their laughter louder,
knocking snow from the leaves
Wind sweeps through the trees
Joining in their merriment
Hear, tiny voices can be heard
A whisper, will you remember us…

© anita dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 206 #SynonymsOnly

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WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words:

mingle and drift

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I
Slide
Slip away
On virgin snow
Floating in the air
United with childhood
Free to remember days gone
I am in an old-time free fall
Time returning long lost memories
All given while I blend with virgin snow…

© anita dawes 2020

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 29 – 11 May 2020

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( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)

 

No Snow

I do not know where these

four snow gnomes came from

They appeared overnight in my garden

Snow has been forecast,

yet not one flake has fallen

Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?

A cosmic April joke.

Cheeky, merry looking,

I half expect them to dance around my garden

Venturing out to touch them,

to confirm what my eyes see.

I could swear the first one laughed

As if my touch tickled

As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling

They were made of something alive

More than frozen water

Where could they have come from?

Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?

Somehow, I think not

There is magic in the air…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Chill

Thursday photo prompt: Chill #writephoto

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape wearing a light dusting of snow. From the hill, where skeletal heather and brown grasses pierce the snow, a valley spreads out below, lit by the rays of a pale sun.

 

Snow

Light shining from a thousand different worlds

That our eyes cannot see while we stand

on hard snow frosted ground.

The heart says yes, they are there. One day soon,

lucky heather may give me a glimpse

Of the world hidden within the light

For now, I wonder at the beauty

The majesty of such a sight

that my eyes can see. As I go to walk away,

looking back at my empty footprints

Could someone be following me?

I see the light shift, as though blown by the wind

A dancing curtain of light, teasing my mind

Strange images, stranger sounds

Haunt my journey home…

©anitadawes

Snow…

 

 

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Image by Pixabay.com

 

I remember the thick blanket of snow

When I was eight years old

I found a stray dog on my way home from school

I carried him home, thinking my mother

would let me keep him

I sat him on the doorstep,

rushed to tell her of the little friend I had found

Her answer was no, but she did however,

let me take a bowl of lentil soup for him

Surprised to see him still there

I say in the cold wishing I was an adult

Then he would be inside with me in the warm

It broke my heart to finally shut the front door on him

And I never did see him again…

©AnitaDawes