#MLMM ~ #Wordle246 ~#Poetry

My everlasting gobstopper hinders speech
Taking it in and out of my mouth to speak
becomes a sticky mess
I would endow it with the gift
of keeping your enemies quiet
Give them all one to stop their gossip
Mother said it was quite improper
To speak with your mouth full
My cheeks are too weary to try
I think there is a good possibility
That I could maim myself by trying
in the form of losing my teeth
It really is vast. I think its impressive
getting it in my mouth in the first place
It’s not useful, it doesn’t refresh
Then again, it’s only a penny gobstopper
that lasts three days
plus, I have not become immune to them yet…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking point. Go where the prompt leads!

June 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

To call them stones
As if you could skip one across the pond
Is to belittle their majesty
I stand in front of them
Waiting for the sunrise
Wishing I could walk back
Through a living moment of history
To see the stars, fly by
To see the sunset and rise over it again
Until I reach the moment when
Salisbury Plain was just that, plain
To watch the first hole being dug
The upright slip into place
On around the circle like a child’s game
Of ring a ring-o’roses
I feel my heart beat with the rising sun…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 505 ~ #Poetry

From the sounds of it, the game was under way
The boys would have a large stick in hand
Throw a glass bottle in the air,
whack it as hard as they could
Wicked I know, thing is, it’s fun
Young minds don’t think further than that
It’s like a sugar shock, an adrenaline rush
Running around your body
Like the applause of a crowd, egging you on
We were rock stars, albeit fleeting
Later, I knew I would be overshadowed with guilt…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#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

Fandango’s #Flash Fiction Challenge #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #121

The photo Is from Reddit.

These beautiful whale sharks are my
favourite creatures in the ocean, bar none
I am 75, and before I leave this earth,
I will swim with them
Whenever I see them on TV
They look as though they are made of velvet,
another of my favourite things, soft, sensual
I hope to cross this off my bucket list soon
I will say no more, or I will go on for days
About their gentle beauty…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 3, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story being leashed. Is it literal or metaphorical? Who or what is leashed. How does it set the tone? Go where the prompt leads!

Unchained by the skin I wear
The way I think always gets me
in so much trouble with other people
I don’t feel the way they do about things
I am the odd one out
There are days I feel so bad
about being leashed to myself
It is lonely, even with family
They do not agree with half the things I say
They agree with each other well enough
Most of the time I must pretend
Hide my true self from them
The others, as I have come to call them
For now, the leash holds me tight…

© Anita Dawes

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

Run,
don’t stop
don’t look back
life is watching
for that tiny slip
reminding you of fate
time is snapping at your heels
you could take the bull by the horns
turn around, meet whatever waits, head on
face the Summer with courage, brave and sure…

© 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

#Writephoto ~ #Money Tree #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – MONEY TREE

How many times have I told you
Money does not grow on trees?
Mother said this every time I scuffed my shoes
That was a long time ago.
It’s her fortieth birthday
I am thinking what to buy her
It’s a big one, so must be something good
driving home from work, I found it
The florist on Market Street is closing down
There in the window, a money tree
Bursting from its pot
I think mum will see the funny side
I made sure to polish my shoes
Before taking it to her
I wrote on the card
Here’s hoping, from your loving son, Mark
Who is wearing mirror shine shoes…

© Anita Dawes 2021