MLMM Wordle #252 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

I had to pinch my nose
The aroma was unpleasant
Tocsin rang in my head
Had it been a cooking contest
Someone would have failed
I push forward, topple, crestfallen
Leaning against the fence
Wondering why she left me.
I feel my mind on the edge of insanity
What could I have done so wrong?
I hear the wind whistle
Reminding me of her smile
I lick my lips in anticipation
Of a kiss that never comes.
In my weakness, I let my mind
Pile on the misery
Thinking of her warm body
against mine on a cold night
There goes another pin
In that small model of me
Hidden in a dark wardrobe
I hope they run out of pins soon…

© Anita Dawes 2021

What I Really Thought of Come Away …

I found myself watching this film with the family over the weekend and almost gave up on it, as I am not found of remakes or mash ups.

At first, I thought someone had been playing around with some idea of artistic licence, distorting the original story. Usually this means it will bear little if any resemblance to the classic fairy-tale.

What I didn’t realise, was that they had been doing that, but with two well-known classics, Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland.

The cast of Come Away seemed to be a bit of an experiment too, and the more I watched, the more I wished I were somewhere else. Watching Angelina Jolie’s face, I had the feeling she did too.

In all fairness to the producer, the storyline isn’t bad, if a little predictable, but the lack of any decent magic was unfortunate, if inexcusable.

There was the occasional light sprinkling of fairy dust, but this does not a fairy-tale make. Tinkerbell was actually represented by a tiny golden bell. Need I say more?

A disappointingly tragic story that I am sorry I watched…

I wonder what you made of it?

The Train Station ~ #Poetry

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Standing on the rainy train station
A row of pigeons sit silently watching her
Worn out suitcase by her feet
I could hear the distant rumble of the train
Soon she would be gone
Her gold fingernails flashed
As though caught in sunlight.
I raise my glass of wine
Part of me knows
I cannot sign the contract that would keep me here.
She is my force majeure.
She takes the train to Eastbourne.
I leave my friend holding out his pen
I cannot do it, Don. I have to rush
I must follow her.
I spend the journey wondering how I would approach her
Do we ever know if the decisions we make
Are in our own best interests?
The unsigned contract might come back to bite me
One thing I do know, she is the girl I will marry
The rest I leave to the universe…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Time… #Poetry

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Time

I remember when I had wings
Before Earth became my home
When days were young
I had not yet leaned that time is my enemy
A parasite, my own personal stalker
Stealing moments of my life
Memories slipping away
Turning my steps slower
Empty space in mind
Filled with strange thoughts
That do not belong to me.
I feel I have twinned with another mind
Maybe one day, they might tell me who they are
I have learned many things in my latter years
That I never thought to put to mind
Mind, like an empty room
Has space for so much more
Why did I not know this when I was young
When time was still on my side?
I feel like a greedy child
There is never enough of the things you like
The heart and mind, wanting more
Wandering from place to place
Still looking for that special something
That eureka moment
that tells you nothing really matters
All thoughts turn to dust
Only the moment holds the charm of life…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Days… The job I Really Hate!

This is the time of year when I cringe every time I open the freezer.

All that ice that has been slowly growing since the last time I hacked and removed the last lot. We have a Hotpoint fridge freezer, which I love, but do wish it had separate temperature controls, and separate auto defrost too, for I never have to worry about the fridge, it takes care of itself very nicely. But the freezer must have cousins in Antarctica, as its always trying to create an igloo in my kitchen.

So, today I have decided that the ice has to go, and I have developed a very clever way (at least I think so) of organising the frozen food while the power is off.

Even with the best will in the world, you can never run a freezer down to nothing, can you? And I won’t simply bin everything, just to make my life easier. So, the night before the ordeal, I root out those ice packs that you can freeze to put inside picnic boxes and stuff them in the freezer overnight.

The next morning, I simply pack all the frozen food into the (by now) empty salad bins at the bottom of the fridge, suitable laced with the ice packs, and remove all the trays from the freezer. I do use one of those de icer sprays, and it works fine, apart from the roof of the freezer. That ice is something else.

My trick for this awkward and time-consuming problem, is to find a container, a washing up bowl or baking dish that will slide on to the top shelf. Fill it up with boiling water, shove it in and wait to hear all that ice cracking. This avoids having to stand on your head to hack at the ice!

Over the years, I have discovered that if I take no longer than one hour removing all the ice, the food in the fridge will be fine, barely a change in the temperature (thanks to all my ice packs)

As I said at the beginning, this is a job I hate doing and usually put it off, but when it is done and everything safely back where it belongs, I do feel a little smug at a job well done…

#Writephoto ~ The Stairway ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – THE STAIRWAY

The Stairway – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone stairwell with an opening obscured by a bright light.

I could see the shadow of a man
In the light at the top of the stairs
Calling me to him
My name echoing soft inside my mind
I could not move
Fear held me at the bottom
In the dark where I felt safe
I wanted the light to go away
The voice to be silent
I am not ready to walk towards the light
Yet my name had been called
The fear surrounded me grew stronger…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #125

The photo is from Jarmoluk at Pixabay.com

Can you wrap your body
In another man’s shadow?
Walk in his footsteps,
Eventually taking over his life.
Can you walk through London,
New York, Tokyo, Moscow?
Wondering what to do
with the fourteen minutes to the hour
that they have in common.
What can you find out about yourself
In such short a time?
Does the completed hour
Connect them in some unknown way?
London would be ten o clock
New York five o clock
Tokyo seven o clock
Moscow one o clock
On the surface, it would appear not.
Still, I wonder about the fourteen minutes
between each city…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Jaye’s Week…

Another week of waiting for news, and the lines of communication were strangely silent, right up until yesterday afternoon. I had tried to convince myself that this could be a good sign, and in a way, it was. The letter that arrived, was a copy of the formal (and very technical) notification that was sent to our GP. After googling all the jargon, I figured out that one of Anita’s main arteries is almost completely blocked and would require either a stent or a surgical bypass. A phone call regarding the consultants intentions will follow, apparently.

The trouble with waiting, is that it sets the tone of the week somehow. Despite this, I was determined to do something constructive. Gardening or bonsai was out of the question, for every time I walked out the back door, the heavens opened. I don’t mind getting wet, but not if I don’t have to!

The next job was cleaning the carpets. Out came my trusty shampooer, only to find all the water that I poured in, ran straight out of the bottom in a hurry. I joggled everything but it was obviously broken, so I threw it in the bin.

Now what?

Well, there are the windows to clean and a pile of sewing that seems to get bigger every time I leave the room. I could switch off the computer and write, or I could try to clear some outstanding annoyances. Seems to be the week for annoyances, so I decided to try to get rid of some. The biggest irk on my list, is trying to find out why some of my book reviews have been deleted. I mean, I didn’t have that many to start with! I had tried emailing Amazon with varying results and this morning I was informed that according to them, I had no such account with them. (turned out they were talking about a seller account)

When I double checked that I most certainly do have a working account on .com and uk.com, I noticed that my author central was missing from uk.com. It was large as life on Amazon.com though.

I think this is all because Anita and I share a computer. It seems to confuse the hell out of most of the companies we deal with. We have our own email address, but that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans, as almost everything we do is questioned and needs verification all the bloody time!

Of course, if anyone has any clues about any of this, they would be very welcome as I am a short step from binning anything that refuses to work!

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 508 ~ #Poetry

The border has been closed against the poor
The fire raged, echoing the sound of angry thoughts
A child’s toy broken, rusting in the dirt-filled streets
Card-carrying members of the human race
Felt themselves safe under the darkening sky
The rising surprise in their eyes, clear as water
The city has fallen,
the days of effervescent joy, long gone
It is bad form trying to walk out
on a Sunday afternoon in your finery
A slap in the face for those
who never had the chance
to dress in anything other than rags
Will life return to normal?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week… still waiting…

The days are dragging by with no word from the hospital. They say that no news is supposed to be good news, but that’s not the over riding feeling in our house. Hopefully, it means there is nothing serious to report.

And just when I was sure life couldn’t get much worse, my arthritis decided to prove me wrong. It is always there, but usually nothing a few pain killers and analgesic cream can’t control. Over the weekend, it decided to test the waters, so to speak. I didn’t mention it, as I didn’t want to complain or worry everyone, but my sister’s eagle eyes miss nothing.

We have been lucky over the years, never managing to be out of commission at the same time, so if I wasn’t feeling bad enough already, every time the pain screwed my face up, I wished it were mandatory to wear a mask indoors!

We have always wondered which one of us will shuffle off first, and these days, I wouldn’t take any bets on it!