#MLMM ~ Photo Challenge 369 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo by Francesco Ungaro on Pexels.com

I had fallen into a strange rabbit hole
It is dark blue and very wet, fish surround me
Someone has plunged a staircase into the water
It is rusty, making the water around it look pink
Inviting me to step on, come on up
Should I, shouldn’t I, bang around in my head
What is up there?
Is it safe, should I turn back the way I came?
I was swimming with friends, they should be somewhere
I am too close to the stairs; I touch the bottom tread.
I hear the muffled sound of voices
“I wonder where she has gone
One minute she was behind us,
the next gone like a puff of smoke.
Are they talking about me?
Forgetting, I am under water, I shout “I’m here.”
The water would not let me ascend the stairs
I could see my skin changing colour
I am turning a beautiful shade of blue
Not scales exactly. I no longer need my oxygen mask
I open my eyes on the beach
“She’s back!” Jack’s voice
“Massive bump on her head, but she’s back!”
Part of me felt sad, for I was looking forward
to being a mermaid…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week ( In the garden, not the Office)

Yesterday afternoon I had planned on writing and working on a trailer for one of Anita’s books, but the sun was shining, and I couldn’t be asked.

We sat outside, drinking coffee, surrounded by all the jobs I have been neglecting so far this year. Not really my fault, for the weather hasn’t exactly been conducive for gardening lately. It’s either been freezing cold, raining, or both. So, I wasn’t feeling too guilty.

Maybe a little guilty about some of my bonsai perhaps, as there are a couple that desperately need repotting as they have used up all the goodness in their soil. There was also an orange blossom that I bought earlier in the year that has outgrown its pot.

Before I knew it, I was hard at work, and enjoying every minute.

I was also promising to spend a lot more time in the garden in future.

My favourite, at the moment

They say you are closer to God’s heart in a garden, and all I know is I am always happier when up to my elbows in rich garden soil, surrounded by all the wonders of nature.

I thought I would close with some of my favourite bonsai, the acres. Especially the ones with different colour variations in the leaves. I love the Lacy ones too and have included the one that refused to be a bonsai. It outgrew every pot I put it in, and eventually I planted it in the garden.

I hate to say this, but in a way, I hoped it would rain tomorrow so I could catch up on my writing! (or maybe not!)

#BlogBattle ~ Abstract ~ #Poetry

June #BlogBattle: Abstract

Odds and sods, bits, and bobs
Throw them together
like the sherbet bits of my brain
What do you get?
A kaleidoscope look at life
A fantasy in colour
Stripes, cubes, dots, whatever you fancy
Throw all your colours at the canvas
Watch as they mix, making their own self portrait
A strange sea to drown yourself in
Dip your toe in, watch the colours rush up your leg
Turn you into a striped candy stick of rock
Now that’s my idea of abstract
Anything you like if it relates to the odd…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week…

The other day I was on my knees, trying to organise some space in the dark, unvisited reaches of my office, when I thought I spotted something familiar lurking in the corner of the room.

I couldn’t reach to pull it from its hiding place, so continued to sort through the pile of accumulated rubbish   paperwork.    All the while wondering what it could be and why it seemed to be hiding from me.

I finally came across the folder I had been looking for and flipped through the contents, hoping it really was what I had been hoping for. It didn’t take long for me to decide it wasn’t, and that spark of enthusiasm I had been so carefully nurturing dissolved into a puff of smoke and vanished.

I had been so sure I would find it today. I sat back on my heels, despair flickering in the back of my mind. Then I remembered what I had caught a glimpse of earlier. Was it still there?

A quick glance told me what I already knew. It had gone, whatever it as. Just like all those hopes and dreams I was so sure I would find this morning.

I made my way back to the computer, determined to rescue the rest of the day, even with my missing enthusiasm.

I couldn’t be more stubborn if I tried, which often comes in handy in the absence of enthusiasm, and before long I was back in the saddle, so to speak.

In our effort to explore possibilities, I had tried my hand at Book Funnel again, just to see if I could make it work, and this time, joined two promotions. Thrillers for Free and June Crime Fiction Giveaway.

The first one is for Thrillers for Free which will run until the end of June

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If you could click on these a few times I think it would help our journey!

Watch out for our newsletter next week for some interesting developments!

Writephoto ~ Steps ~ #Poetry

New2Writing

#WRITEPHOTO – STEPS

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett

For visually challenged writers, the image shows steps up and over a bridge, with narrow alleyways at each side of the bridge.

A great big thank you to Jemima Pett for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at http://jemimapett.com/ to show her some love!

The first step is the hardest
Take it, anyway, see where it will lead you
The bridge is beckoning
Like a curled finger, calling you on
The walls narrow,
taking you down secret alleyways
Muffled sounds emerge
from the hidden doorways
Life moving, unknown
to those outside the door
Overhearing part of the conversation
has you intrigued
Do you dare knock on the door
with some cockamamy excuse?
Hoping to be asked in
Sharing moments of a life that’s not your own
Building memories, collecting stories
That might one day be written
Openly searching for inspiration
For your own life to be less dull
You find it in the dark eyes of a stranger
Standing in the open doorway
Where you had knocked to call him forth
You knew life begins there…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Mingle ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle – May 27, 2021

I spiral into madness
A small walnut shaped being
I sprung forth from the leg of a lion
Fully grown
I spray the landscape in wonderful colours
Red and gold ribbons
A Dali moment
Patterns form, taking on a life of their own
Spreading across the land
joining in a great dance of madness
a joy that cannot be explained
the eye that watches over us
I disappear into my mind
I wait there, I watch
Wondering will I be found?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Best day out…

Image by yui_ma from Pixabay

Sunny days under parasols
Clouds vanish, leaving blue skies.
Hazy outlook warm, a hint of magic
In cotton summer dresses, we visit the
Zoo, they have a red panda I want to see.
Over to the small funfair for cotton candy

Playing hopscotch with children along the way
Rain is forecast for the weekend.
Evening paper, The Star picked up for my night-time read.
Never too soon to plan our next day out
In memory of today, we decide to meet next weekend.
A trip to the coast, sun sea and sand, not forgetting fish and chips…

Image by GinniDeville from Pixabay

Jaye’s Week ~ Escape

It had been a long, busy, and complicated week and by Friday, I knew I had to escape, if only for a short while, or risk having a king-sized meltdown.

The weather wasn’t promising but that didn’t put me off.

The BW (boy wonder) was all for it, as he was just as frustrated as I was. Anita, however, is still not as strong as she would like to be, so took a little persuading as she doesn’t like being too far from the safety and comfort of home.

Luck was on my side for once, and in the afternoon, we piled into the car and made for the coast, the grey, overcast skies following us all the way. But the rain stayed away.

The sea was as calm as a mill pond, so not very inspiring, but we did catch the hovercraft coming and going, always a sight to behold.

We ended up walking along the sea front to Southsea Rock Gardens, one of my favourite places to walk around. Almost on the beach, this wonderful garden is full of wonderful plants and maintained by volunteers, and a grand job they do. Read my favourite post about this place.

I think it’s always a lovely place to visit, especially knowing the sea is right there and just as we were going to leave, this unusual visitor turned up, making the day even more special!

Anita enjoyed our escape and didn’t get too tired.

Me? I was grateful for the chance to get out of the house for a change!

(I wonder what this week will bring!)