All Paths Lead Home #Writephoto ~ Together #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Together #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea.


All Paths lead Home

The pale-yellow orb hangs

low against the shoreline

Jason has dragged the golden fleece

Across land and sea

His many adventures mirroring

The twelve labours of Hercules

Stories he is eager to tell

When he reaches home

Of giant men made of stone

Seas that boil

The Gorgon, her hair of snakes

Do not look, she turns flesh to stone.

They are tired, hungry

More monsters assault their path

They fight on, home is calling

The king waits for his prize

Like Hansel and Gretel

Jason and the Argonauts

Follow the golden path home…

©anitadawes 2020



#Writephoto ~ Wistful #Poetry


Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto


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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.


Soft Morning Mist

Stand still awhile on this empty moorland

Let the silence wash away yesterday

Feel the pull, as if walking backwards

To an old time, an old world

Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise

Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels

Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?

When you lived in my house…

©anitadawes 2020



Whispering Sisters… #Writephoto ~ Crown #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Crown #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.


Whispering Sisters

When I run out of road all I need

are mended words to heal my soul

I cross well-worn tracks

through new-mown wheat

Where whispering stones stand calling

Sharp, stubbled, a bed of nails

Ripping skin as I walk

Is it penance?

The stones whisper louder

carried to me by soft winds

Beware as you stand in the centre

The four sisters will send their warming hug

Are you ready to meet your true self?

Let your troubles fall away like autumn leaves

Bathe your mind in the sweet sound of a choir

As the stones lift their voices for you

The lush green land you stand on is sacred

Remove your shoes, let the energy

Enter the soles of your feet

Are you ready to walk new roads?

Clear of old karma?

As you leave the whispering stones

for new pilgrims, you hear

The music of a new day…

©anitadawes 2020


Only The Light… #Writephoto ~ Lambent

Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds above a silky body of water bordered by dark hills.


Only the light

I often wonder if I am truly

conscious of the world around me

Dark billowing clouds, pierced by spiralling light

My mind invites much darker thoughts

The clouds seem to pale by them

What lives behind the cloak of darkness?

Ever moving, changing depth and colour

Something alive within, something I cannot know

Goosebumps on my skin tell me I don’t want to

Like a cat ever curious

The dark hills cradling the silky water

Invite me to look

Maybe what lies behind will excite your mind

Help you to forget the dark thoughts

I concentrate on the light

I see a heavenly body with a winged helmet

I hear her voice, ‘Take courage child

Not all are evil when the clouds grow dark…’

©anitadawes 2020


Hidden Places… #Writephoto ~ Torrent

Thursday photo prompt: Torrent #writephoto


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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a waterfall, its peat-coloured waters cascading over a rocky ledge and surrounded by trees.

Hidden Places

The beating heart of the water can be heard

in the torrent rushing over the small fall

Following the white foam footsteps into darkness

I wonder if this is a gateway to another world?

As the sound of thundering water

Disappears behind me

The sudden silence, deafening

awakes my senses.

I hear bird song unfamiliar to me

They perch, watching me

Bright colours flashing in the sunlight

They are not from my world.

Should I have followed the torrent of water

Kept my feet firmly in my own world

Will my feet walk there again

Or am I to stay here in wonderland?

©anitadawes 2020

For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #torrent

#Writephoto ~ Memory #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Memory #writephoto

Another wonderful image prompt from Sue Vincent…



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tall standing stone, seen between two boulders. The stone stands in a winter field, and seems almost to be carved to the shape of a stylised face…


Touch Me Again

Time whistles through the field

Where the three wise men of old stand.

I am the tallest, I have seen more

Said the old man with his moustache

I am the largest, the strongest of all

I keep time calling

I may be the smallest, smoothest of us three

yet I can see what is yet to come

Let one stand beside me

Touch my granite hide

I may write their future on the palm of their hand

Matching memory where it belongs…

©anitadawes 2020


#Writephoto ~ Still #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto


Another glorious photo prompt from Sue Vincent!


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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…

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Dark gnarled branches of the old almond tree

Weighed down by time

Reaching towards the still cool pond

Those who pass here will tell you

It has the same feel as Dozemary pool

Stillness, whispering of time lost.

Love that pulled a kingdom down

Knights running in all directions

Looking for the Holy Grail.

So much lost by betrayal

Plans made by the great wizard broken

Will his like ever be seen again?

Are those dark branches reaching

Waiting for something returning?

© anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Storm #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto


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For visually challenged writers, the image shows stormy sky above a ruined tower, perched above earthen banks and ditches.

Another lovely #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent. Here’s our take on her image – and if you want to give the prompt a go, head over to her site and link your post to hers, or leave a link in the comments:

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Thoughts etched in silence

Fingernails on a blackboard

Words screaming to be set free

Grey, unwashed linen clouds

Above rusting chains

Inside a broken tower

Where the screaming never stops

Their pain mixed in mortar

This decades old tower holds its own

Silenced by time forgot…

©anitadawes 2020



#Writephoto ~ Choice #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Choice #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a winter landscape, with trees by a stream and rough stepping stones across it.

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The blue river runs through high bracken banks

Over ancient moss-covered rocks

Dark trees line the way with long shadows

A peaceful scene you may think.

Take care not to step into the cool water

If you have dark thoughts in mind

The one-eyed soul eater lies hiding

Waiting to take that which belongs to the dark side

His hunger is never quenched, he knows

there are many souls that carry a heavy load

His number must be filled

before despatching his catch

For cleansing, renewal

For the newly born to take their turn

He waits for one who walks the water

Clean, unmarked by time for his own release

When another will take his place…

©anitadawes 2020



#Writephoto ~ Daybreak #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Daybreak #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a morning sky aflame above dark landscape, whose horizon is marked only by trees…


There are angels out there

Drawing back dark night curtains

Unseen dragon stirs, yawns

It’s flame red breath melting

Against the blue back drop

One lone, smoky grey cloud

Halts in admiration

Turner could not have done better…

©anitadawes 2020