Free falling… #Poetry

Image by Matan Ray Vizel from Pixabay

So many questions, I cannot ask them all.
They float inside my head like confetti, free falling,
as my life is spiralling out of control
Until I see her face in my rear-view mirror
She is driving a blue pickup, her eyes follow the road ahead
Her window open, hair flowing behind her like a dark river
Instantly, I knew I wanted her in my life
I must pull over, let her pass so I can follow her.
Foolish thinking, I lost her on the next over pass
My heart pounding so loud, I hoped
it was a voodoo drum message she would hear
Seems to me, the heart knows better than the mind
I could see the truck ahead on the A3,
my turn off coming up. I was driving behind her again.
Her lane was falling back. I passed her, noticing the baby seat beside her
My heart sank. Driving parallel now, I could see that she was a he
For those moments that passed,
a long-haired fellow had stolen my heart…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

May 20: Flash Fiction Challenge

I admit I don’t like gardening, but
I like walking through other people’s gardens,
Admiring all their hard work.
I believe gardeners are a breed apart
Like the sudden sight of a rainbow,
Their joy is palpable.
Today, I am sitting on my porch
Overlooking my neighbours garden
He is new to the neighbourhood
In his mid-twenties, built like a Greek God.
The day was hot, I sat there praying
For a coco-cola advert to appear before my eyes.
He stripped down to his shorts
I reached out for a glass of cold water
Which made my eyes steam…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Throwback Thursday…

How to Juggle a Couch! ( or the most fun you can have without actually laughing!)

Most weeks in our house are usually a mishmash of incidents, some good and a few of the other kind. But whatever happens there is never a dull moment around here!

This past week has excelled itself, hurtling from one mini-disaster to another. At one point, I contemplated staying in bed, just to break the cycle, but as I am the nosiest person for miles, I couldn’t bear to think of anything happening without me. Seeing as how I was born with a sword in one hand and cleaning mop in the other, I could usually cope with anything!

It all started to go wrong when we spotted a fantastic bargain in our local charity shop, a two-seater couch in black leather. It was in perfect condition and a price that would n’t bring our bank account to its knees. So without thinking things through, we bought it, to be delivered the following day.

But what to do with the dilapidated broken down couch in our living room?

The local council have a collection service, so all we had to do was get it out of the house. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? In case you were wondering, it definitely wasn’t.

We are both in our 70’s and not the fittest people on the block, but we were determined. We would do this, even if it meant dragging the couch out of the house in pieces. A not so small nightmare later, two broken and bad-tempered women sat on the old couch in the front garden, swearing never again. We didn’t understand why it had been so difficult, it was a two-seater after all. We clearly remembered the day years before when it was first delivered, so either the couch had grown, or the house had shrunk.

The next day, tempers and difficulty forgot, the new couch was delivered and peace reigned once more. How I wish the story ended there.

At this point in the story, I can blame Anita for what happened next. She had seen (and fallen in love with) another couch in the charity shop, which she assured me, would be far more comfortable than our old three seater. You couldn’t make up what happened next.

To cut a long and painful story short, we bought the three seater and managed to drag the old one out. Slightly easier this time as it could be dismantled. Shame it was so bloody heavy though!

Shortly after the new three-seater was delivered, it became obvious that the blessed thing wasn’t comfortable at all, and had to go. By this time we were exhausted,  unhappy and tempers were flaring. Again!

After three days of juggling large, heavy and unresponsive pieces of furniture, I have banned the word ‘couch’ from ever being spoken of in my hearing again. The furniture we have will just have to last, for there is no way I am going to lift anything heavier than the kettle for the foreseeable future!

12 Bloggerz! May 2021

Every minute of the day someone is asking a question of someone else …. you know?

I rest my case.

12 Bloggerz is a once a month question feature where l will …. ask you questions … 12 of them!

If any of my readership wishes to pose a question to be featured within 12 Bloggerz in the future episodes – please drop me an email to
 aguycalledbloke63@gmail.com

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Rory is offering up his “12 Bloggers” thing he does once again this month. He poses 12, oh I don’t know, irreverent questions. Here are our responses!

  1. When was the last time you were totally lost?
    [Be this physically, mentally, emotionally, or so on, interpretation is yours.]

I will never own up to being totally lost! If that day ever comes, I will make for the hills. Can I be a little mislaid instead?

  • Do you think that we, as viewers to the entertainment industry, have much higher and perhaps unrealistic expectations to the content that we read, watch, or listen to today in comparison to previous years and or generations?

I do think we have become highly critical about almost everything these days, and that, I believe, is a good thing. Why should we settle for anything less than perfect?

3. Does money ‘really’ make us happy or is that just a myth and more importantly it is ‘what you do with it’ that makes you happier?

Personally, I would be ecstatic if I had pots of money. Think of all the good I could do with it!

  • How important to you is it to be right?

These days I am hardly ever right, thanks to my diminishing grey matter…

5. How often do you find yourself completely confused with life and the way it is changing and has changed over the last ten or twenty years?

I have given up worrying about all the new changes. I don’t like confusion or change in any form, so I just stick my head in a real book and let the world carry on without me.

7. How many emails do you get a day [roughly] and from who do you get the most?

We get over 100 emails every day, and most of them are begging letters and deleted immediately.

6. When out shopping and carrying your goods or groceries, which do you prefer to use more often – paper or plastic bags [reusable] or cotton totes or something else?

These days, thanks to Covid, I don’t go out shopping any more. Everything I need is delivered to my door!

8. Have you ever made for yourself ‘homemade wine/spirits’ and if so, what was it made from and how was it?

This is something I always wanted to try. My granddad made parsnip wine and it was lovely – but lethal!

9. In your opinion and from no ‘fixed time period,’ what have been in your eyes the top 5 most memorable television series you have ever watched and what made them special to you?

I love medical dramas, so ER and Grey’s Anatomy are favourites. I also enjoy good crime thrillers, as I use these as research for my books.

10. What’s wrong with today’s music as opposed to the music of your yesterday’s – do you consider the music now to be far worse or greatly improved and why?

In my opinion, there is very little ‘music’ around these days, just noise. Yesterdays music is better by far!

11. Does world history really matter to our daily lives – is it that important – l mean it’s not like we can change anything right – what do you think?

I won’t comment on World history. Most of it is false or distorted beyond all reason.

12. Do you believe that a good night’s sleep and waking up refreshed the following day helps you make better decisions or worthier improvements to your life – or it makes no difference at all?

A good nights sleep is important, our brains really need a rest these days. I know mine does. It’s almost like starting over each day with a clean slate!

We are looking forward to read your responses too!

The Latest Visitors…

Image by Elsemargriet from Pixabay

When this rowdy crowd of what looked like black birds started to visit our garden, we thought they must be a kind of crow.

We knew they weren’t ravens, as their colouring was a bit different.

It was on the first visit that we noticed just how distinctive these birds are. Not as large as a raven, a shiny black body with a steel grey head and the most incredible blue eyes. I looked them up and discovered they were jackdaws.

They became regular visitors, enviously watching the smaller birds busy at the bird feeders. Over the next few days I watched as one of these strange birds gradually taught himself to land on the small containers. He looked up at me, and I swear he smiled, pleased at his accomplishment.

Before long, they all knew how to do it, and the feeders needed filling up a lot more often!

Cheekily, if the feeders are empty when they arrive, they all gather on the fence, calling loudly until the feeder is filled. I have to admit that I spend a lot of time watching them at the moment…

I did take a lot of photographs, but until I figure out how to get these old files on to the new computer, I am grateful for Pixabay.com.

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ New Image Prompt Week #39. Join in The Fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction @pursoot

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Photo by Amanda Cottrell from Pexels

I have to say the super dog looks set to catch the corn dog
A lot more fun than the Millenium Wheel in London
However, my granddaughter looking over my should said
It looks like a giant fan. That would keep the room real cool
She’s right, but I cannot imagine it in my living room
I would love to take a ride on it with my granddaughter
That night, as I slept on one of the hottest nights of the year
With my microscopic fan, compared to the super dog
Wishing so hard that a cool breeze would come and help me sleep
If I could dream the breeze that crossed my bed then
There would be no need for electric fans
Thank God for hotdogs, as we call them
The mind is a wonderful thing…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Temperamental Christmas Tree…

Image by Jaye Marie

The Temperamental Christmas Tree

We didn’t want a big tree this Christmas, so when we saw this pretty fibre optic tree in the shop window, we took it home, content with our preparations.

The next time we went to town, we spotted a wonderful tree in a charity shop window. This was a small tree too, although quite different from the one we already had. Old fashioned ribbons and flowers gave it an old-world charm, as if it had come straight from a Dickens novel.

We had to buy it, even though we already had a tree.

It was decided that the Dickens tree would be in pride of place in our decorations, relegating the fibre optic tree to the dining room.

Image by Jaye Marie

And this, as they say, is when the fun started.

On the first night, the fibre optic tree turned itself off at 10 pm. Puzzled, we checked the instructions, but it wasn’t supposed to do that. It hadn’t overheated either. Before we could turn it on the second day, it turned itself on and then off again at 10pm!

We made sure it was switched off, thinking it just a fluke, although it felt distinctly weird. We are quite used to weird in this house. Remember that red light reflecting on our window, the one we never could find the reason for?

The next night, we switched it on and waited. It felt uneasy, as if someone we couldn’t see was controlling the tree.

It was one of those trees that has the capability of a choice of different light patterns. Twinkling, fading and several other combinations. We only wanted the static light, so we were very glad it didn’t decide to muck about with the sequence too.

Despite the weirdness, we have kept the tree… and it has turned itself on every afternoon, and off in time for bed.

What would you have done in these circumstances, chucked it out or run for the hills?

© Jaye Marie 2020