What do you see # 76 – April 5 2021

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a small porcelain angel sitting in a prayer mode)

My beautiful little angel with her green metallic dress.

Golden wings, not forgetting her halo, handed down to me from my grandmother.

No one remembers where she came from. Personally, I don’t care where she came from as long as she is there.

First thing in the morning I say hello, without this ritual my day would be bad.

This I know, because my son hid her in his room one time, I had so little time to search for her. He was sure he had hidden her under his bed.

That day I couldn’t concentrate at work, I lost a client for my boss who was not best pleased.

Picking up my seven-year-old from school, I saw the scrape on his knee.

The school thought it not bad enough to call me, but I felt they should have, and said so.

Those who know me, know this is not my way to handle things.

Safe inside my home, telling Jack to go look for her, I walked into the living room to find her in her usual place on the mantel beside mum’s candlestick.

I know she was not there when I left the house. Pleased to see her back, I called Jack. She’s here, the how didn’t matter.

Jack promised never to touch her again. He had wanted her to help his friend Tom who was having trouble with his new dad never helping with his homework. This made me wonder if Jane, Tom’s mum, needed help.

I would make a point of asking if we could have Tom after school for an hour.

I will put it to her tomorrow.

I think my beautiful angel has done her job.

I fell asleep, wondering how she had returned, for Jack promised he hadn’t put her back.

The how did bother me after all…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 75 – March 29, 2021

Image credit; Jasmin Chew @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the visually a young woman looking up to the sky, where a new moon is visible. Her stance is meditative)

Pale starlit sky, a new wishing moon

She stands below, her arms across her heart.

Her wish to find love, a place to call home.

Her need to put down roots, strong

Like a beggar calling each day

Mother is knocking, the door becomes thinner.

Time slipping away, waiting for the magic

of the moon to supply her every need

She forgets to live her life…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 74 – March 22, 2021

Image credit; Eric Muhr @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a forest scene with a path going deep into the forest. The trees at the distance are shrouded in mist)

As I walk the woodland path

Two giant sentinels hold my attention for a moment,

while I ponder the mist shrouded distance

Should I walk further into the unknown?

Will this strange feeling let me pass?

The soft whisper in my mind underlines the words

careful, you may not find your way back.

On this occasion, the feeling had me

turning on my heels to the safety of home.

I will forever wonder what lay beyond the mist.

My mind stretching, growing with every scenario

Turning away, has given me so much more…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Image credit; Sonny Mauricio

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a bald eagle sitting in the bare branches of a tree. It is looking down at the camera)

I am being spied on by a baby eagle
So I am meant to believe
I know it’s a very young Zeus
That has escaped his parental boundaries
He is out to do some mischief
Testing his newfound powers
That cameraman had better watch out
He might find, come morning
He has cloven hooves and rather furry back.
Across the field, a young maid milking
Runs to her father, too late
Zeus has seen her beauty
He has time to wait, he knows the young maid
shall have no other but he to warm her bed
She feels it too, she cannot name it
Something watching, waiting
Never moving closer
Time shall ripen soon
And Zeus shall appear…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 70- February 22 2021

Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)

We’re not in Kansas, Doris.
Look at the tower of glass behind us
You don’t see them back home
I hope it’s rooted better than we are
I have tried clicking my heels three times
We’re still stuck in the ground
In which case, I suggest you wake up my love
She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #WDYS #Poetry

What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021

Image credit; Lucas Albuquerque

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights)

We had been looking forward to our visit to Paris, the City of Light, and our expectations were high. Especially the Eiffel Tower, always so magical in photographs!

In the daylight hours, however, it didn’t seem very magical. Interesting enough, I suppose, the way the size of it dominates the city. Painted a nondescript brown, reducing the magnificent structure to nothing more than a pile of boring metal work during the day.

We loved the Louvre and the beautiful gardens of the Bois de Boulogne. Notre Dame Cathedral was impressive, which almost made up for the earlier disappointment.

That first evening though, we discovered a completely transformed City of Light, so magical, and glamourous enough for anyone. Ruled over by a transformed and gleaming Tower, now gloriously impressive.

I had to know what made such a difference, and this is what I discovered…

“Constructed using puddle iron, the Tower is protected from oxidation by several coats of paint to ensure that it lives forever.

The Tower has been re-painted 18 times since its initial construction, an average of once every seven years. It has changed colour several times, passing from red-brown to yellow-ochre, then to chestnut brown and finally to the bronze of today, slightly shaded off towards the top to ensure that the colour is perceived as the same all the way up as it stands against the Paris sky.

The beams of light, directed from the bottom towards the top, illuminate the Eiffel Tower from the inside of its structure. Since 1958, by replacing the 1,290 working projectors that illuminated the Tower from the outside, they highlighted the fine metallic construction of the monument and illuminated the areas used by late-night visitors until the closing of the Tower to the public. In addition to the aesthetic aspect, it is equally necessary for the security of the late-night operation of the Tower.”

© Jaye Marie 2021

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What do you see # 68 – February 8 2021

Image credit; Richard Kesperowski@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a couple of water lilies growing in a pond of water)

Winter wonderland, hiding

Away my secret

Time to

Enter

Record for

Little wide eyed

Innocence

Looking for last

Years blessings…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #Poetry #WDYS

What do you see # 67 – February 1 2021

Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the photo shows a partially open gate, which is thrown in relief by a light filtering from a doorway)

I hide in the dark shadow.
Small, afraid of the light
Things I see in the dark
Feel familiar, safe.
Whispers, comforting.
Scratching, claws on wood
Remind me there is life outside.
The dark bars drawn by the light.
I think of the Tower of London.
Traitors Gate, prison bars
Being held by shadowy thoughts
Too many nameless things
To make me feel small.
To shrink further into darkness…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #Poetry

What do you see # 66 – January 25 2021

Image credit; Teslariu Mehai @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a person wearing a paper-bag over their head. Words ” Photo shop” are written by hand on the bag)

I don’t need Photoshop to stick my head in sand.
With todays problems, face masks,
Oh excuse me… coverings!
Wash your hands,
run if you see a human walking towards you!
There are days when its best to become an ostrich.
Head in the sand, arse in the air
I’m sorry folks, I’m having a s – – t day.
Where I cannot feel or think the way I should
My son says, pull yourself together, mother.
You’re made of better stuff.
Take the bag from your head,
look at the world with different eyes.
You cannot hide forever.
In my head, I am saying, shut up, I can hide
until the world is put to right
Or take myself off to Photoshop for a revamp…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#WhatDoYouSee ~ #KeepItAlive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

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