#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 473 ~ #Poetry

I was watching
The face of the moon
Watching me
When the moon winked at me
I thought, you loon
The moon can’t wink at you
I could see the eye wrinkle
At the time I was overcome
I considered it an unusual present
A wrinkle in time
I felt my heart bloom with joy
I continued watching wanting more
Blow me a kiss
Pucker those dark grey lips
Speak to me
Give me more to reflect on…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 470 ~ #Poetry

You can feed a family of six
On mash, fish fingers and peas
Not a great dish to flirt over
Somehow my young daughter managed to.
Our new neighbours 14-year-old son
Sitting across our table,
Mostly hidden by his unruly fringe
I wondered what she could see that I couldn’t
I followed the conversation flow between them
As if they had known each other for years
I felt my insides freeze
When my husband told me he had invited them
I met George at the pub, he said
They seemed like our kind of people
I’m sure they won’t mind what you put in front of them.
I need not have worried, the early tea went well
Somehow over a simple plate of food
We managed to forge new friendships…

© anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 469 ~ #Poetry

Waking to the glass forest
Charming as it may be
With the wind running through its leaves
Like the sound of windchimes on my porch
This cannot be, send for the master druid
We need bird song, squirrels, well water
we need bark, deep green leaves
Go boy, don’t think
The spell, the chain must be broken
Before the rain can send the old seeds away…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 468 ~ Poetry

No time for dancing, Wednesday vanished in a flash
I had two books left to review,
I would have to turn up the gas
If I wanted to get the weekend to myself.
The end was in sight
having decided I would write my own books.
Maybe someone would review my words?
Strange to meet yourself in a daydream
If pigs could fly, the book would be written by now.
Lying on the grass all afternoon,
hardly any wonder my mind gets bent out of shape.
I felt a sudden shift
as if the earth had decided to take off.
Surprise, I had fallen asleep
The sudden shift was finding myself
walking through the pages of my own fantasy
First published in 1966…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 463 ~ #Poetry


Dark clouds cross my horizon
Screaming with want
I dread the crash at their journeys end
I inhale, hold my breath
No air in my lungs to shout, to scream
As the room fades around me
I feel no panic
as giant dust clouds creep towards me
 A strange billowing entity
Now I feel it, the silence inside my soul…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 462


Dreaming of cotton candy days
Through a cacophony of birdsong
I pull my bed cover to caress my chin
Can I stay in bed today?
Colour my thoughts
As to who I want to be tomorrow.
I hear the blackbird call
This takes me back to childhood
Conkers and sunshine
Oh, how I covet yesterday…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 461

Nothing had changed since the last time I was here.

The same chill in the autumn air, the smell of wood smoke from the campfires.

I made my way to my favourite camp site, nestling in the shelter of the mountain. I was far enough away from the crowds who always gathered at this time of year, all yearning to see the thousands of Monarch butterflies gather before starting their migration.

I alone knew the perfect place.

I followed the stream beside the old logging trail, with birdsong for company, each twist and turn increasing my anticipation.

Finally, I stood in the secret glade and looked around, thrilled to find they were already here. Every tree was covered in a blanket of living leaves, thousands of colourful butterflies at rest, barely moving in the slight breeze.

I held my breath. Had I chosen the right moment?

As if some signal had been given, the butterflies slowly took flight, soaring up into the sky, leaving me with mixed feelings of joy and sadness in my heart…

© JayeMarie 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 460 #Poetry


What is it good for?

History speaks of war
Souls lost to man’s envy
Rights demanded for this and that
With no platform
The desperate, the outnumbered
The small voices never heard
Dismaying, forcing me to pray
Words feathered into dust
Hope jeopardised by the threat
Of history repeating itself
Unless we put a stop to it now…

©anitadawes 2020

#Wordle 459 #Poetry


I feel my back press against the ceiling of my room
I watch my body lying face down
I wonder at the sudden sound of a drill in my head.
I feel my outside body shake with the shock
Of being in two places at once.
I would have screamed had I lungs to fill with air
I take note of all I see
My bed covering, black and white stripes.
How neat the design, the lines rumpled now?
I pass on through the roof
Morning has not yet broken
I chase wild thoughts that can only be mine
Save but one, I would never covet my neighbour’s wife
Yet here I am, floating two floors from the ground
Staring at her through her lace net curtains…

©anitadawes 2020

The Sunday Whirl ~ Word 458

After walking for twenty minutes

We found Tim’s picturesque cottage

Smoke rising from the chimney

We caught the smell of eggs and bacon being cooked

Reminding me I hadn’t eaten this morning

I stood for a moment, holding Tim’s favourite whiskey

Sun fingers reaching through the trees

Light playing on the ornamental fishpond

A frothy layer of frog’s eggs clinging

To a patch of purple water iris

Remembering their soft velvet touch

I breathe in the magical spot Tim had chosen to live in

The front door stood open we entered

To find one empty dish on Tim’s old wooden table

No sign of eggs and bacon being cooked. No sign of Tim.

We stood in what could so easily have been the Marie Celeste

Our friend of twenty years has never been found

The whiskey never drunk…

©anitadawes 2020

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