Writephoto ~ Approach ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Approach

#WRITEPHOTO – Approach
Approach – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a foggy day with the sun just emerging through the clouds. Emerging from the fog is a large castle.

Cold crisp winter calling, I feel you
Spring winds, blowing warm, I feel you
Summer sun, bacon burger frying outside, I feel you
Autumn leaves falling beneath the trees
Decaying fast, I feel you
Windswept rainy days, flood warnings, I feel you
Fog filled days, damp, moving, I feel you
Castle gates shut tight, I hear knocking
I feel the empty rooms, ghosts roaming, I feel you
Should I knock back, will they let me in
Keep me, feel me…

© Anita Dawes 2022

#Writephoto ~ Antique ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Antique

#WRITEPHOTO – Antique
Antique – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.

How do we mark the passing of time?
Is it memory alone?
Do the visual prompts take us back?
Bring the past to life
At 75, am I considered an antique?
I certainly feel like one some days
With so many antique thoughts popping in mind
Wanting to live alongside me
Is it a reminder that the time I have left is too short?
So many empty chairs that were once loved
Put in pride of place
So many ghosts that have now gone
Do we still feel them when we sit in an antique chair?
Looking through the window
At once cherished items
I wonder, as I walk home carrying a small red vase
How will it speak to me?

© Anita Dawes 2022

The Ghost of Christmas Present…

Image by kalhh from Pixabay

The Ghost of Christmas Present

We really wanted Christmas to be special this year but could not possibly have foreseen what 2021 had in store for all of us.

For the first time ever, it feels right somehow that the year is slowly dying, slipping away unnoticed among all the chaos and misery.

We are feeling much the same way as the ghost of Christmas hovers in the doorway like an unwelcome guest, unsure, as we all are as to what will happen next.

2022 is just days away, a brand-new year.

A year we are beginning to think will be the same as the last.

This is normally the time when we start looking forward to a new year, convinced it will be the one to remember. Truth is, we are dreading it. Among so many other things, this year has shown us just how vulnerable we really are.

At the beginning of 2021, we were determined not to allow despair or depression in the door, and for a while, we managed to maintain a cheerful front. We carried on writing/blogging as usual but gradually over the months, we seem to have become so old, dare I say fragile?

This is how a total loss of control must feel.

I woke up this morning with the overwhelming desire to send all the misery, worry and complacency packing along with this dreadful year.

To rekindle the spark that will make us all feel alive again.

At first, we will probably have to ‘fake it until we make it’, push the envelope like crazy until life feels better.

We wish all of our friends and followers a wonderful New Year, a year full of promise and possibilities, and we will shortly be sending out the first of our 2022 newsletters, looking forward and planning a much better year…

The Angry Pen… #Poetry

Arthur at Tintagel, Cornwall
On Tintagel's rugged shores, Arthur has returned.
Molten bronze, larger than when in life
He should not be there.
He lives in fantasy, a story loved by millions
For many, Tintagel is a sacred space
It should be held that way for the future.
What are English Heritage thinking of?
Money, more tourists to take away the magic
The majesty that is Cornwall.
Personally, I cannot speak about 
The face carved on the cliff wall
This does not represent the might that is Merlin
His magic is in every rock, 
Every wave that washes across the shore
These are the things that live in time, 
Never to be forgotten
Tintagel should be left wild, as he is.
Go to the beach late at night as Jaye and I have done
Sit awhile, feel the raw energy
The dark caves whisper, I am still here...

© Anita Dawes 2021

Merlin, carved on Tintagel cliffs, Cornwall

Dead of Winter ~ Journey 11 ~ The Sumelazon Escarpment ~ #EpicFantasy ~ @teagangeneviene

Meet a new character in this Journey of Dead of Winter. She is a Deae Matres whose encounter with Gethin Gwilym has an unexpected result. Next in Pergesca, we get better acquainted with a noblewoman or “HaDritak,” who is an old friend of Zasha. She has a few tricks up her sleeves.
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Emlyn sees and experiences places, customs, and foods that are foreign to her. One of her gifts is growing.
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As the conclusion of Emlyn’s “Journeys” draws near, we see that our heroes are underdogs. They are out-manned, “out-spirited,” and under-powered — physically, magically, and politically. With no other recourse, they make use of deception and manipulation. Although, how can that possibly be enough?

Our Review

You tend to forget that Emlyn is so young and that this complicated and confusing journey must have terrified her at times.

So far, she has managed to face every crisis head-on, calmly, with a wisdom far beyond her years. Secret inner knowledge has guided her every step of the way.

A knowledge that I sincerely hope will stay with her until the end of the story, as I have a feeling it will become far more powerful as it draws to a close.

Powerful in ways only Emlyn will be able to control, and I hope she finds peace and happiness when the dust finally settles…