#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

#Writephoto ~ Tower

The Tower – KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tall circular tower with arched windows covered by metal bars. There are trees to the left and a ruined archway to the right.

The old tower, long past its best
I cannot say it has seen better days
Its history is steeped in horror
People avoid the tower
Some say they can hear the screams of torture
The sound of a whip, flesh burning
Until last summer when a family of ghosts moved in
Mum, dad and two teenage children
A boy and a girl, died in a boating accident
We can be happy here, said mum
Years passed and it was so
Until a young boy of about ten years old
Climbed through the ruined archway
Shouting, where are you, I know you’re here
Had there been a corner to run to
The family would have run to it
Father said, make a noise, maybe he will go away
No good. Toby, is that you, he replied to the noise
Thinking it was his dog that shot out through the ruined archway,
followed by the boy. The loud noise echoed behind them…

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #365

Photo by Veerendra on Pexels.com

Dancing in the dark, beneath the new moon
I spot a tiny distant star
First star at night, I make my wish
Let life never end
Let my life go on forever
Let moonlight enter each new life
Let the mystery of moonlight live on
Teaching magic in subtle ways
Let me forever dance beneath
This mysterious light…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 501 ~ #Poetry

We tiptoe through the stories
No traces left behind
Old premonition created the risk
Silently contain the catastrophe
Old places hide their evil
Wrapped in silence, a strange kind of peace
We can scan the bones they left behind
Build new cases, new theories
Were they like us, how old are the bones?
What can we learn from those hidden sorrows,
 left unburied with no names?
no one to say they cared, they were loved
How can we ever know the true story
Written in bone?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~#FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #117

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man riding a bicycle on a bridge and there are tall buildings that are partially or mostly obscured by thick clouds reaching down to the ground.

The image is from MilosCreativeArt at DeviantArt.

Growing wild, running through cornfields
Gran said my feet were on the ground,
My head up in the clouds
Lying in a field one day,
I wondered how that would feel.
The warm earth pulled me into a dream,
Where I lived in a city in the clouds
I tried telling myself to wake up.
I was dying to tell gran how it feels
Inside the cloud. It felt amazing.
I need to let her know there is no problem
Having your head among the clouds
Please wake up. I pinch myself
To burst the dream like a balloon
I guess gran was right
My head was in the clouds
Now my feet have joined it there
I hear myself screaming now
Please, wake up!

© Anita Dawes 2021