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

Walked to the end of a rainbow.

The Novel: UnHoly Pursuit: Devil on my Trail

RainbowAbout fifteen years ago we were going through the Midwest again. Yes, again. Back then, we did a lot of cross country traveling. I think we were still in Missouri just outside the Kansas state line.

Anyway, suddenly there was heavy downpour but it was a flat road and the weather was warm so I kept on driving. The rain storm didn’t last very long before the sun came out again. The first thing I noticed was a bright rainbow seemingly extending out of the middle of a field. I turned off the expressway onto a two lane road and drove down the pasture lane into the field having no idea who it belonged to. I told everyone we were going to see if there was really a leprechaun and pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? No, there was no leprechaun nor pot of gold at the…

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