Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 3, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story being leashed. Is it literal or metaphorical? Who or what is leashed. How does it set the tone? Go where the prompt leads!

Unchained by the skin I wear
The way I think always gets me
in so much trouble with other people
I don’t feel the way they do about things
I am the odd one out
There are days I feel so bad
about being leashed to myself
It is lonely, even with family
They do not agree with half the things I say
They agree with each other well enough
Most of the time I must pretend
Hide my true self from them
The others, as I have come to call them
For now, the leash holds me tight…

© Anita Dawes

Writephoto ~ Steps ~ #Poetry



Steps – Image by Jemima Pett

For visually challenged writers, the image shows steps up and over a bridge, with narrow alleyways at each side of the bridge.

A great big thank you to Jemima Pett for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at http://jemimapett.com/ to show her some love!

The first step is the hardest
Take it, anyway, see where it will lead you
The bridge is beckoning
Like a curled finger, calling you on
The walls narrow,
taking you down secret alleyways
Muffled sounds emerge
from the hidden doorways
Life moving, unknown
to those outside the door
Overhearing part of the conversation
has you intrigued
Do you dare knock on the door
with some cockamamy excuse?
Hoping to be asked in
Sharing moments of a life that’s not your own
Building memories, collecting stories
That might one day be written
Openly searching for inspiration
For your own life to be less dull
You find it in the dark eyes of a stranger
Standing in the open doorway
Where you had knocked to call him forth
You knew life begins there…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Mingle ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle – May 27, 2021

I spiral into madness
A small walnut shaped being
I sprung forth from the leg of a lion
Fully grown
I spray the landscape in wonderful colours
Red and gold ribbons
A Dali moment
Patterns form, taking on a life of their own
Spreading across the land
joining in a great dance of madness
a joy that cannot be explained
the eye that watches over us
I disappear into my mind
I wait there, I watch
Wondering will I be found?

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Wordle #242 and Thursday Prompt Host

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

I believe in the other side
Whether you can see it or not
It is always there, like dust motes
That float, no matter
how many times you clean the house?
As you walk through the room
You see them,
caught in a light beam from the window.
You never feel them touch your cheek
Unlike the remote seduction
That had me lip biting, dizzy with feelings
I cannot define, my breath shallow
Body tremble, shattering sound
The supply of pleasure beyond words
Behind the mask, a guttural sound
A voice full of gravel
Shattering all illusion
I am awake now…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

May 20: Flash Fiction Challenge

I admit I don’t like gardening, but
I like walking through other people’s gardens,
Admiring all their hard work.
I believe gardeners are a breed apart
Like the sudden sight of a rainbow,
Their joy is palpable.
Today, I am sitting on my porch
Overlooking my neighbours garden
He is new to the neighbourhood
In his mid-twenties, built like a Greek God.
The day was hot, I sat there praying
For a coco-cola advert to appear before my eyes.
He stripped down to his shorts
I reached out for a glass of cold water
Which made my eyes steam…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugie’s Weekly Prompt ~ Magic ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Magic – May 20, 2021

I kissed the moon, the clock stopped.
Clouds held their position.
I found myself in Avalon, sitting beside Merlin,
A large book on his lap
Teaching me the power of thought
Around us, beneath the silver light
Morning glories grew, those beautiful purple bells,
Ringing out a sound no one should hear
Until you learn to hold on to the ground
My feet, floating free, my heart singing a song,
words I could not understand.
The sound pleasing to my ear.
Merlin wasn’t pulling a voice, so I carried on.
Emptying the joy from my heart
If I am dreaming, don’t wake me!

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #365

Photo by Veerendra on Pexels.com

Dancing in the dark, beneath the new moon
I spot a tiny distant star
First star at night, I make my wish
Let life never end
Let my life go on forever
Let moonlight enter each new life
Let the mystery of moonlight live on
Teaching magic in subtle ways
Let me forever dance beneath
This mysterious light…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 501 ~ #Poetry

We tiptoe through the stories
No traces left behind
Old premonition created the risk
Silently contain the catastrophe
Old places hide their evil
Wrapped in silence, a strange kind of peace
We can scan the bones they left behind
Build new cases, new theories
Were they like us, how old are the bones?
What can we learn from those hidden sorrows,
 left unburied with no names?
no one to say they cared, they were loved
How can we ever know the true story
Written in bone?

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 80 – May 3, 2021

Image credit; Alka Jha @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows Sphinx in the desert of Giza, Egypt)

The Sphinx, a lonely reminder of an age
Long gone from the sands of Egypt.
Secrets yet to be revealed.
God, give me a way to look back, to watch the building,
to hear the conversation, to know the truth.
Buried for so long, it’s back to tease us.
To stir the mind, to wonder at the many secrets
Hidden beneath hot sand.
Time will push them out…

© Anita Dawes 2021

New2Writing ~ #writephoto challenge ~ Lake


Lake – Image by Sadje

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a lake surrounded by trees and a mountain range in the distance. On the lake edge, you can see a lonesome log floating and a grassy flowered edge.

Gentle water spirits play beneath reflected sky.
While a fallen log floats free towards a flowered bank
Where humans walk hand in hand
Under moonlit skies, beyond the trees,
the mountains whisper of magic
Laid down by ancient hands
Buried deep in granite rock.
It can still be found by those of purest heart,
so, the legend goes.
While others tell of Merlin’s buried treasure
His book of spells, Arthur’s sword
Splinters of the round table beneath the ragged rock
They say Knights are sleeping,
Waiting for Merlin to ring the bell.
Over the years, many have reported
hearing a bell ringing.
Would you answer the call?
I would if it meant I could speak to Merlin…

© Anita Dawes 2021