Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 243, #SynonymsOnly

Family & Peace

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

in the house
the tribe has fled
blood-soaked through floorboards
evil in the quiet space
they whispered of love that fled
of laughter that has turned to dust
their lives were taken while harmony slept
rest in the quiet hush of his Holy Hand…

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM Wordle #257 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The cicatrix stuck out like a sore thumb
What a pity the tree didn’t have
proprioception, allowing it to move out of the way.
Strange thoughts going through my mind
As I walked through the woods.
I have no need to leave crumbs to find my way back
The last time I was here, a strange luminous light
drove me mad, as I could not discover what it was.
I could not suddenly pretend to believe in fairies
That mix of little folk that like to tease
Maybe, after a lifetime of study
I will be lucky to see one of the shining folks for myself.
An hour in, there it was, luminous, shining
Could this be the original light from so long ago?
Can I continue to deny that there is something
other than myself living in these woods?

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 518 ~ #Poetry

I watch the yellow leaves of autumn falling
On coming winter, carpets the land with new colour
My phone rings, down the line I hear the bad news
Late last night our pastor took a new journey
One not planned. His wheels hit a patch of oil
Sending his car over the bridge
Our small village gathered
Out tears mingled with the flowers we held
Candlelight flickered like dancing stars
We could feel our pastor reaching out
Touching the living, one last time
With his soft-spoken words…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~#WDYS ~#Poetry

Image credit; Kenrick Mills @Unsplash

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the setting sun over a body of water. In the foreground, you can see wooden steps leading into the water. Gray clouds are drifting in the sky.

The grey clouds don’t bother me
I sit here most mornings
Contemplating the day
This time I wondered if I could
Skip my favourite pebble
To reach the horizon
Would I watch it fall over the edge?
Proving the world to be flat…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Heads ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #134

The photo is from Pinterest.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of woman sitting on a chair in front of a bathroom sink and putting on a head on top of her body.

Wurzel Gummidge comes to mind
That loveable scarecrow
Reminding me of the many heads
We all must swap on a daily basis
Thank God for head number two
Or I would not remember my name
This changes from moment to moment
There are times when I’m doing a job
And it all goes belly up
This tells me I am wearing the wrong head for the job
Where would we be without our multi-facetted minds?

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #381 ~ Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.

The old screen legends
The heroes I worshipped
At Saturday morning cinema
They had ten minutes to jump on the light
To enable them to return in a new form
Or be trapped in this wasteland
To play out their old role
Johnny Weissmuller, swinging through the trees
Roy Rogers on Trigger
So many heroes played out in my fantasies
gave me hours of joy, I bless the light
that comes to carry them home…

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Wordle #256 ~#Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

How can a page from a story run through my grey matter
Take hold of the back of my neck to have a gorgonize effect
I heard the doorbell ring, decided to ignore it
I knew it would be my old pal, Lucky
Going on about the strange landmark
He found on a map he picked up in a flea market
Undoing the lock from my bike
Reminding myself to get a new pedal
I rode around the vicinage
Trying to find the house described on the page
As I rode through the tunnel
I felt a sudden rush of wind
A door opened in the middle of the tunnel
I could see the crusade
The Knight’s Templars were being slaughtered
I could hear the clash of metal, the screams of the dying
I could see men, falling from their horse
And horses falling over men
I could smell the earth, the iron in the air
I will admit I happen to have a vivid imagination, but
On reaching home, I found blood spatter on my t-shirt…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge X 2

A Rainbow Sky

Step into the future
People wait to greet you
Under a rainbow sky
New life begins…

Image by MasterTux from Pixabay

the game
lose your life
spin, try to win
shadows watch your time
old souls play beside you
the game is rigged, know the trick
right hand shake the dice, left hand throw
trick the Gods of what they think they know
the left-hand throw is meant to be slower
the Gods know the left throw to be loaded
they would have to bring out the big guns
to stop what fate has already won
cheers grow loud on every throw
two more throws win the pot
your hand is shaking
the Gods, they smile
to see you
win the

© Anita Dawes 2021