Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 243, #SynonymsOnly

Family & Peace

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

The
silence
in the house
the tribe has fled
blood-soaked through floorboards
evil in the quiet space
they whispered of love that fled
of laughter that has turned to dust
their lives were taken while harmony slept
rest in the quiet hush of his Holy Hand…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Throwback Thursday… This Time Last Year…

Hell of a Week… Published this time last year…

It would be lovely if I could think of one thing at a time these days, but it’s not happening. I have been trying to publish shadows, Anita’s new book of poetry. Fate is conspiring against me, but I aim to release it next week.

And the more I struggle to think about writing, it opens the floodgates for a ton of ideas to jump into my head. I often wonder if I am on the wrong horse, so to speak.

Wrong house more like, as we have had major roadworks outside the house for two weeks. They have moved along the road today, but I can still hear their infernal noise. 

And now we have these temporary traffic lights right outside the front door!

So concentrating has been a mite difficult, to say the least.

Making sure we have enough medication for Anita is proving difficult too, as our doctor’s surgery is obviously being run by a bunch of idiots. That is probably a little unkind, as I’m sure they are doing their best. I keep sending them the updated lists from the hospital whenever the meds change, but they still don’t get them right.

Then today, the heart consultant telephoned to talk about the pacemaker/defibrillator and to reassure us that it will happen soon. This will be the last piece of the puzzle and will finally fix Anita’s wagon!

This afternoon, the family took us out to our local lake, affectionally called the Pond. We love this place, but it seemed as though the whole of Petersfield had the same idea! There was no room on any of the benches and the lovely cafe had removed all their seating, so I had to forego my usual mug of hot chocolate. 

All things considered, it was wonderful to see the water and the wildlife and the walk was undoubtably good for us both…

And now?

I am tempted to say, same old, same old, as on the surface at least, nothing much has changed since this time last year. In reality though, so much has changed. In very subtle ways its true, but I think we are in a better position than we were.

There have been some bad days these past twelve months, days when depression tripped us up and we landed on our backsides. Times when the delays got us down and we wondered if life was ever going to get any better. Days when tempers frayed and patience took a holiday.

But there were also days when laughter was heard around the house again and smiling faces brought the sunshine.

I am trying to write a current update post about where we are at the moment, so watch this space!

A Ghost and his Gold by Roberta Eaton Cheadle #historical African History #Ghost Horror @RobertaEaton17

After Tom and Michelle Cleveland move into their recently built, modern townhouse, their housewarming party is disrupted when a drunken game with an Ouija board goes wrong and summons a sinister poltergeist, Estelle, who died in 1904.
Estelle makes her presence known in a series of terrifying events, culminating in her attacking Tom in his sleep with a knife. But, Estelle isn’t alone. Who are the shadows lurking in the background – one in an old-fashioned slouch hat and the other, a soldier, carrying a rifle?
After discovering their house has been built on the site of one of the original farms in Irene, Michelle becomes convinced that the answer to her horrifying visions lie in the past. She must unravel the stories of the three phantoms’ lives, and the circumstances surrounding their untimely deaths during the Second Anglo Boer War, in order to understand how they are tied together and why they are trapped in the world of ghosts between life and death. As the reasons behind Estelle’s malevolent behaviour towards Tom unfold, Michelle’s marriage comes under severe pressure and both their lives are threatened.

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Robbie Cheadle

Roberta Eaton Cheadle is a South African writer and poet specialising in historical, paranormal, and horror novels and short stories. She is an avid reader in these genres and her writing has been influenced by famous authors including Bram Stoker, Edgar Allan Poe, Amor Towles, Stephen Crane, Enrich Maria Remarque, George Orwell, Stephen King, and Colleen McCullough.

Roberta has short stories and poems in several anthologies and has 2 published novels, Through the Nethergate, a historical supernatural fantasy, and A Ghost and His Gold, a historical paranormal novel set in South Africa.

Roberta has 9 children’s books published under the name Robbie Cheadle.

Roberta was educated at the University of South Africa where she achieved a Bachelor of Accounting Science in 1996 and a Honours Bachelor of Accounting Science in 1997. She was admitted as a member of The South African Institute of Chartered Accountants in 2000.

Roberta has worked in corporate finance from 2001 until the present date and has written 7 publications relating to investing in Africa. She has won several awards over her 20-year career in the category of Transactional Support Services.

Our Review

A Ghost and his Gold is based in South Africa.

I was expecting a jolly good ghost story, but I wasn’t disappointed, for this story is so much more than that.

An interesting combination of the paranormal entwined with history. History that had to be closely and accurately researched to ensure that all the details are portrayed sensitively.

In the beginning of the story, we learn about two ghosts, soldiers who fought and died on opposite sides of the second Boer war. We learn a lot about this war from these two ghosts. Robert, a British soldier, and a Boer called Pieter. Their heart-breaking duel story is brilliantly written, as is the sad story of Estelle, the third and very vengeful ghost and daughter of Pieter.

Far from ordinary, this story is a complicated tale of revenge.

I wish I could forget the horrors of the Boer War, but I will never forget these character’s.

Just remind me never to play with a Ouija board!

MLMM Wordle #257 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The cicatrix stuck out like a sore thumb
What a pity the tree didn’t have
proprioception, allowing it to move out of the way.
Strange thoughts going through my mind
As I walked through the woods.
I have no need to leave crumbs to find my way back
The last time I was here, a strange luminous light
drove me mad, as I could not discover what it was.
I could not suddenly pretend to believe in fairies
That mix of little folk that like to tease
Maybe, after a lifetime of study
I will be lucky to see one of the shining folks for myself.
An hour in, there it was, luminous, shining
Could this be the original light from so long ago?
Can I continue to deny that there is something
other than myself living in these woods?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Is it Proof?

Image by ian kelsall from Pixabay

Our local church
Had been filled with candlelight
The carpets cleaned; flowers arranged
The Madonna’s tears flowing
Kneeling at the altar,
trying to remember how to pray
Hard, when the wheels have come off your life
Is it the divine, trying to touch the living?
As I left the church, I felt the land shift
Somehow a line had been broken
I was down on my knees
I now know it is never too late
To remember a good prayer…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 518 ~ #Poetry

I watch the yellow leaves of autumn falling
On coming winter, carpets the land with new colour
My phone rings, down the line I hear the bad news
Late last night our pastor took a new journey
One not planned. His wheels hit a patch of oil
Sending his car over the bridge
Our small village gathered
Out tears mingled with the flowers we held
Candlelight flickered like dancing stars
We could feel our pastor reaching out
Touching the living, one last time
With his soft-spoken words…

© Anita Dawes 2021