Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ Whispers

October 7, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes whispers. It can be beautiful or creepy and any genre. Where are the whispers, who are they from, and what do they say if they say anything at all.


Death closed its hand
Beneath the whispering autumn leaves
The old head stones tell of loved ones
I wonder, are some souls on fire?
Do they all lie at rest
Do they whisper of dancing under the sun?
Kissing under moonlight
Do they come back
Whispering in my brain
Of life beyond these cold stones
As yet, none have whispered 
Of angels, golden harps or seeing Christ
Before you think me mad
I don’t hear disembodied voices all the time
There is one that stays with me
A female voice, telling me life goes on
Right there, beside you…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly Tank Tuesday Poetry Challenge…


This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art and/or photographs. Anita Dawes from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

Image by mollyroselee from Pixabay

They say
Hide’s horror
Unspoken pain
Dead things are planted
Dare you enter the bus
Hear soft whispers from dead lips
Spend a night in the broken shed
Where soul eaters wait, shrouded in black
All things swallowed by time, under hot sun…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Dreaming ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103

The image is from Tim Grundtner at

I am lifted by gentle hands.
Carried to the attic.
There, they turn spiteful,
throwing me into the air
I wait for my body to hit
the dark attic floor.
 No thump came to wake me.
I am suspended.
A puppet with no strings
I feel hands stroke my hair.
I see time moving.
Outside the small window
A whispered voice close to my ear
Not all things go bump in the night.
I do not panic, believing I will wake soon.
Better than thinking I am a plaything
For an invisible force…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ #Poetry

Photo Challenge #348

AlexandraSophie on Deviantart

The forest floor found her lying still
Naked, seemingly new-born
Gently covering her with soft green foliage
The forest spirits gathered
Their whispers carried to the high-top trees
To the low born mushrooms
Birds held their trill
Breeze stopped between the leaves
Their sigh held in abeyance
The word spread throughout the forest
She has come, our new Queen
We must be ready when she wakes
Birds now sing the news
Each leaf swayed in applause
The forest floor ran with life
The breeze had the last word
God save our queen…

© anita dawes 2021

Dark Gods… #Poetry

Dark Gods

There are Gods that have no light
They live in darkness
Dwell on sorrow, feed on fear
They drop nightmares like rain
We never feel them enter our minds
We never see the dark shadow
that falls across our soul
Nor hear the dark composer of our thoughts
When fear calls, we stand to attention
Dark whispers scratch the mind
Push us forward when we should turn away
How hard is it, to just say no…?

© anita dawes 2020