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What do you see # 65- January 18 2021

Image credit; Simona Sergi @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an envelope hanging by a white tread. In the background there is a house entrance)

I pick up my skirt and run the half mile across the field
To the other side of the village forbidden to me by my father
Where I know Phillipe has hung out his letter to me
His handmade seal, a golden heart with a kiss
The red envelope is for my eyes only
The small brown one for my father, begging for an audience
He will again tell my father how much he loves me
How one day, he will make me his wife
He will be worthy to ask for my hand
I hide my letters where father cannot find them
In our church, the one place he will never set foot in
I give him the small brown envelope to hear another refusal
Over my dead body, he would say
I cry myself to sleep, waiting for the day we can do more
Than steal a few moments alone in our church
Where he will tell me his fortune is almost made
He will stand in from of his King, my father
 and ask for my hand, no longer a pauper…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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What do you see # 63 – January 4, 21

Image credit; Rodrigo Curi @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows the sun setting over the horizon, and in the foreground, you can see rail tracks)

I sit beneath the red light of a dying day
Waiting for the next train to take me away
from the tears shed in this town
The gentle sound of water
Soothing my broken heart
He said he loved me while loving another
I cannot be an extra string to his bow
One more notch on his bed post
I need to be someone’s one and only…

© anita dawes 2021

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What do you see # 62 – December 28th 2020

Image credit; Rhaúl V. Alva @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a puppy wearing a Christmas hat, sitting in a bed. You can see the Christmas tree lit up in the background)

Jack, my husband brought home
A golden four-legged friend
What he doesn’t realise is
This furry bundle of joy
Is terrible twos wrapped up in one
He is going to eat us out of house and home
Literally anything that stands still
The couch, shoes, slippers, you get the idea
Just when we had said goodbye
To the last of our two-legged bundles of joy
I finally had the house to myself
Everything where it belongs
Now we must go walkies
Pick up small, warm bundles to carry home
After a few days you will find
This furry stranger has taken your heart
And made it his own
He will lead you where he wants to go
And you will be happy to do so
Another happy new year
With my new best friend Toby…

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 60 – 14 December 2020

Image credit; Shche- Team @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows an outdoor scene. An old fashioned radio is placed next to a couple of candles and a wicker basket. Behind the radio is a pot full of blooming red flowers)

Step back in time
The scene is set
As it was sixty years ago
The radio still works
Wine in the wicker basket
Red flowers in bloom
He’s ready to pop the question again
To the one lady in his life
He will have to do this standing
Time has taken its toll on his knees
He waited for hours
Until his daughters came to take him home
Each year it’s the same
He waits for their mother to renew their vows
His daughters know this time next year
He will do the same, on their anniversary
Since their mother’s departure
They know this is something he must do…

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 59 – 7 December 2020

Another beautiful image this week , Sadje…

Image credit; Lolame @ Pixabay

( For visually challenged reader, the image shows three Cranes flying in the evening sky. You can see a waning gibbous moon behind the birds)

Do not ignore the words
of a departing spirit
They are filled with truth
Grandad went on about the moon
His favourite subject, a spy satellite.
a hollow place we go to
While we wait to be reborn
Do not let the silver orb
fool you with its beauty
There are more secrets there
Than the FBI and KGB put together
So far, she has kept them to herself
That is grandad’s opinion
As I look up, I like to think of him
Resting there
He is right about one thing
That silver orb is beautiful…

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 58- 30th November 2020

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Image credit; Cheryl Holt @ Pixabay

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows very two young girls heading off together, holding hands. One is of African heritage and the other seems Caucasian )

They walk hand in hand
To play in their own wonderland
I feel the harmony and peace
The tiny bubble of love with one heart
Nothing can break the friendship
I see in this prompt
I wish I could turn back time
Relive old friendships
Now where did I leave that darned time machine?

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 57 November 23, 2020

Image credit: Angéle Kamp @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a single cupcake with a lit candle on top of it)

Happy birthday, Sadje!

On blackened boards, the darkest space
In memory of the birthday cakes
I never received
From my daughter’s birthday spread
I placed it there,
to light the dark days
Remembered…

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 56 – 16 November 2020

Image credit; Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a young woman looking out the glass pane of a partially open door, with an indecipherable expression)

She stands in shadow
As if afraid of colour
One half of the door
Formed in soft orange light
She looks outside
Trying to decide her fate
Is today the day she walks
Through that half open door
Will she pick up the fallen reins of her life?
Will suspicion, doubt, rule the day
Could a soft voice passing say hello?
Move her footsteps
Does she want the outside
To come into her life?
Her grip on the door whispers
I intend to stay in the shadows
Where I have control?

© anita dawes 2020

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What do you see # 55 – 9 November ’20

Image credit; Evan Clark@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a person precariously balanced, standing on a fallen tree trunk hanging over a body of water)

Balanced on the edge of nowhere
The broken tree surfs the air
Cold water below shows his shadow
With his head in the clouds
He cannot survive in the world
of miniatures that he sees
Across the pond, the land, hidden by mist
Beckons him on
Come do as Christ did, walk on water
This he knows to be impossible
Shaking his head to move his thoughts on
He loses his balance
The water, cold, takes his breath
He blacks out before breaking the surface
With a thousand tiny life vests around his waist
He remembers his last thought
Good things come in small parcels…

©anitadawes 2020

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What do you see # 54 – 2nd November 2020

Image credit; Billow 926@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a baby panda standing in a moses basket. Next to it is a wicker basket it is leaning into)

This tiny piece of black and white magic
Tip toed across my heart
Reminding me of the yin and yang
Balance, something this baby panda
Did not have full control of
He slipped and rolled
In his eagerness to play
Explore his new world
As I walked away, I thought
That is the magic of youth…

©anitadawes 2020