#Writephoto ~ Serenity ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Serenity #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a blue-lit landscape, land and calm water mirroring the cloudy, silver-lit sky.

Was it like this in the beginning?
When God said let there be light
And the light was good
So smooth, so full of wonder
As above so below
Let the magic keep flowing
Let the world be bathed
In beauty, peace, and harmony
Let each living thing rejoice
In its own way
Let serenity be the air
That we breathe…

©anitadawes 2020

Anita should be coming home from the hospital today… Yay!

#Writephoto ~ Tokens

Thursday photo prompt: Tokens #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a feather, an autumn leaf and two bright red berries or beads, left amongst the stones and plants by a stone that looks like a head with jewelled eyes…

There’s a kind of déjà vu
a message going on here
First Jaye calls me into the office
to see one of our followers
Beautiful pictures of an eagle
Who while flying above his head?
dropped a flight feather

Image by Tofino Photography. WordPress.com

Next day, Jaye noticed a feather
Had dropped into one of her bonsai trees
During the high wind we were having
To me, it looked like an arrow or a dart

Image by Jaye Marie

Now, this prompt from Sue, making it the third time
Which is said to be a meaningful coincidence
I don’t understand the message here
Or what it might mean
But I digress. Back to the third feather
It could mean all sorts
Icarus could have flown over
Mercury too, may have lost a feather from his boot
This seems to be a different meaning
The head with the dark eyes looks like an owl
Yet behind that, I see a tiny face in the leaves
Whose tiny turned down mouth
and dark sad eyes, gives him a perplexed look
Could be the message is one of sadness
The summer is over, berries, autumn leaves have fallen
his sadness is not for the loss of summer
I think the meaning more dire, a warning
The kind that most of us ignore,
brush aside as superstition
This kind of thing drives me mad
I need to know, to understand
There is so much I never find the answer to
I guess I’m not the only one…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Crescent ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Crescent #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of a tree against a cloudy sky. The horizon is lit by the gold of dawn, while a crescent moon hangs above the tree.

The threat of darkness
Snapped away by the light of dawn
The gold blush kissing the black shadow below
In between the pale horizon sits waiting
For the crescent moon to swell with magic
While the dark trees stand silent
All but a few, hear the whisper
Of wind through their leaves
A hint of things yet to come
Would you want to hear
the kind of future
they whisper about?

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Clouded ~ #poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Clouded #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Clouded

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.

Most of us want to know
What goes on behind closed doors
For me, even more so.
Behind a low hanging cloud
What does it hide?
My mind goes into overdrive
Like Icarus, flying too close to the sun
I must know,
I must wipe the mist from the mirror
Leaving the moor behind me.
The cool water, a blessing to any traveller
Rest your weary back against ancient rocks
That could no doubt tell a tale
If we had ears to hear.
I could wait for that cloud to lift
Or continue walking
I walk on into the cloud
Soft, cool, slightly damp
Stepping straight on to Gulliver’s Island
I am transported to Lilliput
Walking beside Gulliver
Watching the little fellow with his lantern
Telling the sleeping townsfolk
That it was twelve o clock and all’s well…

©anitadawes 2020

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#Writephoto ~ Fantasy ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Fantasy #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green landscape of rolling hills and an island in a bay. In the foreground, pastel-painted buildings and a tall clock tower are surrounded by summer trees.

Flipping through the pages
Of someone’s imagination is one thing
Here, you get to walk through fantasy
made real. You can become more
than the number of your parts
The colours, the cool Italian marble
Dazzle the senses
Transporting you to parts of your mind
That suddenly come alive
Come visit, stay awhile
Marvel at the tall clock tower
Standing sentinel, guarding the bay
Does the island, the green hills
Contain more mystery?
Time to go find out
Before I go, I’d like to say
I am a man, not a number…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Darkness ~ #poetry

Thursday Photo Prompt- Darkness # WritePhoto

This week’s prompt ~ Darkness

ge by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bank of dark clouds rolling in across a sunny moor, casting its shadow on the hills of the horizon.

For some, the moors can be a lonely place
Where old dreams go to hide
Waiting the right footsteps to re awaken
Under dark clouds, magic can be heard
Living shadows run across the hills
Who are they, what chases them?
What stories hide withing their dark folds
Do the ancient ones continue dreaming?
As they run through the dark hills
Remembering youth
Do they leave a breath of hope?
For you to walk through
To hold their stories, tell them anew
The moors, with their welcoming arms
Of old and new
Like walking through a pick and mix store
With something for everyone…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Glisten

Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.

Once you cross the silver strip of light
You are lost, your soul stolen.
You belong to the light
Strap in, hold on tight
The speed of things to come
may need to be remembered
before you run for home.
Ask yourself, is this enchantment
A spell of shimmering magic
to hold me captive
Sweeping mind and soul
into a snow globe
With ever changing time and space
From ancient to modern
Some of which I have no knowledge
Yet each feels a part of me.
I have walked these streets
Spoken to these people
I know their faces, their language.
I have swum beneath these bright waters
With the light now blinding me
I run, straight into myself…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Vista

Thursday photo prompt: Vista #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a wide, summer landscape, seen from a narrow path near the top of a hill that looks out across a valley.

(Dictionary definition)

Living in misery
Attended by misery and woes
Inferior in performance or quality
Very unpleasant: deplorable

For the past two weeks, it has been a case of all the above, since Anita, the head of our family had a nasty heart attack. She also had pneumonia, which was complicating matters even further, but due to the corona virus lockdown, we were not allowed to visit her in the hospital.

So for seven miserable and wretched days we worried our socks off at home, wondering what was going on and how Anita was feeling.

On the third day, we managed to acquire the number of the telephone, which was conveniently right next to Anita’s bed, which enabled us to speak to her and find out how she was feeling and what had been happening. This contact was a godsend for all of us and went a long way to keeping us from self-detonating!

Anita is back home now, but the misery is still present, although not as intense as it was before. She has extensive damage to her heart and as yet no way of knowing the exact prognosis. There is a waiting list for the MRI which will ascertain the damage, but until that day arrives, wretched will unfortunately be the order of the day…

I once stood on a hill very much like this one, breathing in the hot sunshine as I tried to figure out which way I needed to walk. I didn’t really have a clue as to the direction and since leaving the train station, I seemed to have myself hopelessly lost.

I had an appointment that afternoon in a place called Clandon and that was where I thought the train had brought me. I found out, too late, that I should have stayed on the train for one more stop for where I was now, was East Clandon.

How or why I thought I could walk to the next station rather than wait for over an hour for the next train still puzzles me, even now. Or why I chose the countryside rather than the road to reach my appointment. I remember feeling confident that it would be quicker and that I could do it. I loved to walk, and the day was perfect.

What I didn’t know at the time, was there were a mile of fields to cross, not something I had done since a child.

Somehow, I guessed the direction and set off. It seemed to get hotter as I walked, the air becoming heavier as my breathing deepened. As I walked, I lost track of time as I enjoyed being alone and at one with nature. The everyday world had gone away, replaced by so much green, fields, hedges, and the faint song of a skylark so high above my head.

I managed to keep my appointment, but quite glad I wouldn’t need to walk back to that station…

#Writephoto ~ Dream

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.


When your soul needs a recharge
Take a trek through a field of wild heather
Feel the soothing purple dream time
wash over you. Let your mortal eyes
see beyond the pale path
To new horizons
Hold on to everything you love
Grab each chance as it comes
Let tomorrows troubles
Run like water beneath your feet
Keep looking to the stars…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Silver #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Silver #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beach in the half-light, bounded by dark dunes and holding a silvery pool of water that mirrors the sky.


I was beginning to think
I had left my mind out on the rain
It’s beginning to rust
Like some old hard drive.
Time to take a walk
Grab the flip flops
Feel wet sand
squidge between my toes
That magic moment between
Light and dark
Maybe I will be lucky
Find that silver doubloon
Hidden on the beach.
I stood watching
the sky painted water
Feeling something more
than sand between my toes
Could it be, dare I look?
Whatever it might be
I pushed it further into the sand
Something to look forward to
Tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020