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

Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie ~ #Challenge #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Champagne bubbles kissed my nose, 
reminding me of last night’s French kiss. 
I lost her in the crowd, my dark-haired beauty. 
Please God let me find her.
With no chance of hailing a taxi,
tenacious is now tattooed on my brow.
With a grimace on my face, 
I turned my collar up to the sound of fireworks. 
My red mustache dripping rain on my chin, 
flustered, pushing my way through the crowd 
trying to find her. I need a second kiss. 
One will not quiet the caterwaul, 
the silent howling in my head.
Why had I let her slip from my hands?
A New Year's gift from the Gods I must find…


Fandango’s Story Starter… #FSS #Fiction

Fandango’s Story Starter #27

I realised when I got home that I had accidentally…

…left the back door open.

I found a family of five had taken up residence in my home, plus a small dog was jumping at my leg.

Trying to shake it from my trouser leg, looking at it, my thoughts were unkind. No more than a rat with fur.

Finally, the woman took hold of the dog. ‘I am so sorry, we only meant to shelter for an hour or two. We are trying to get to London by Friday. If we make it, we get the keys to our own home. The thing is, we have to be first in line…’

Three children sat quiet, and the man I presumed to be the husband and father, apologised for the intrusion. ‘Their legs you see, small, they tire…’

I listened to their full story, sad indeed. My heart moved; I took them to their destination. They would be first in line, or my name isn’t Nicholas…

© AnitaDawes2022

MLMM ~ Wordle 270 ~ #Poetry

Do I steal extra days from others?
I let my thoughts fly, escape
With the lyrics of my favourite song
Waiting to crystalise in a new world
In the distance a fire pit glows
My thoughts thrash back and forward
Needing to land where Jasper stands
I feel my heart drip cold blood on the pole below
I am hostess of my own deception
Looking for an angel not nailed to the cross
Whose wings are not so white
A depiction of thoughts still to come…

© AnitaDawes2021

#MLMM Wordle #259 #Poetry

Cold air hit my body like a bruise
I heard the groan leave my lips
Awful sound
Watching a young man 
Pull the hood of his anorak tight
I wished I had worn a warm coat
My check shirt too thin for this weather
As if I were under a curse
The heavens bring on the rain
I turn the corner, see the fire
My heart skips a beat, my house
I look again, after blinking several times
My mind fits the puzzle together
Two firemen struggle to hold the hose
Am I the nebbish person on the planet?
Why did luck never visit my life…?

© AnitaDawes2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 255: #Poet’sChoice (with a twist)

Message from Colleen

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own poetry form—It’s up to you! This is our last Poet’s Choice for 2021… I have a request. Let’s write a poem using a form of your choice about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition you celebrate during the month of December. Even if you don’t celebrate, share something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter. Share your wisdom with us. Remember, I’ll have a new weekly poetry schedule beginning on January 1, 2022.

We went with a double etheree, enjoy!

Christmas day
Just nine years old
cold, nothing to do
I bring home a stray dog
Mum won’t let it in the house
I did not want to open gifts.
With heavy snow falling, I waited
Mum let me give him a bowl of her soup
My heart broken, I wanted to keep him
That Christmas wasn’t one of the best
Mum said I would soon forget him
Years later I remember
my cold Christmas orphan
He’s out there somewhere
I hope someone 
took him in
to their

© Anita Dawes 2021