Silver Linings…

Image by Mambeni from Pixabay

Mother told me often
Every cloud has a silver lining
Given time, all things turn out well
After being knocked out in the sixth round
Looking up, I could see stars, no silver lining
On that occasion, mother said my brains were addled
Count your blessings, she said with a kiss
Every occasion comes easy to mother
Ringing in my ears has me wondering
On Sunday, I found her outside
Sitting on our porch in floods of tears
Getting the truth from her lips
Is like breaking into Fort Knox
Gettysburg says everyone has the right to the fifth amendment
Asking mother again, thinking she had taken it in silence
Never one to wash her linen out doors
Today was no different, apart from the tiny squeeze on my hand
Enough for me to know she had an answer in mind
Undermined by Sonny, my brother, mother
Sat crying, tears I could not stop, please send a silver lining…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM ~ Wordle #250 ~ #Poetry

I could hear the urgency in her voice
The scream for help
I try to make my way towards the sound
The road became steep
I could see headlights in the distance
Like fairy lights, merging together
The bushes closed in, the way ahead
Became impenetrable
As if walking through a liquid nightmare
It is human nature to try and help
The maniac scream was beginning to sound
As though someone was having
more fun than they should
What had started out as urgency
Had become pleasurable
Oh, how fickle the human mind…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Train Station ~ #Poetry

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Standing on the rainy train station
A row of pigeons sit silently watching her
Worn out suitcase by her feet
I could hear the distant rumble of the train
Soon she would be gone
Her gold fingernails flashed
As though caught in sunlight.
I raise my glass of wine
Part of me knows
I cannot sign the contract that would keep me here.
She is my force majeure.
She takes the train to Eastbourne.
I leave my friend holding out his pen
I cannot do it, Don. I have to rush
I must follow her.
I spend the journey wondering how I would approach her
Do we ever know if the decisions we make
Are in our own best interests?
The unsigned contract might come back to bite me
One thing I do know, she is the girl I will marry
The rest I leave to the universe…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 510 ~ #Poetry

I watch the train recede
The distance swallowing it like an old film
Fading into the next scene
A dream being played out
Yours, or the film makers, you cannot tell
Frame by frame the space before your eyes
Fills with images you would rather not see
The old shed holds the secret
Again, you must win
The small gold chain you wear
Has become a lead weight
You let your mind lead the way
As you lean against the warm wood of the old shed
you refrain from pulling the gold chain from your neck,
as you touch it, you feel protected
Let the game begin…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Time… #Poetry

Image by Pexels from Pixabay


I remember when I had wings
Before Earth became my home
When days were young
I had not yet leaned that time is my enemy
A parasite, my own personal stalker
Stealing moments of my life
Memories slipping away
Turning my steps slower
Empty space in mind
Filled with strange thoughts
That do not belong to me.
I feel I have twinned with another mind
Maybe one day, they might tell me who they are
I have learned many things in my latter years
That I never thought to put to mind
Mind, like an empty room
Has space for so much more
Why did I not know this when I was young
When time was still on my side?
I feel like a greedy child
There is never enough of the things you like
The heart and mind, wanting more
Wandering from place to place
Still looking for that special something
That eureka moment
that tells you nothing really matters
All thoughts turn to dust
Only the moment holds the charm of life…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 509 ~ #Poetry

In the shadow of the eternal flame, she stood
Her gaze turned toward the east.
I felt something in my soul unravelling
My heart pounding
Soft spray fell from her hair
I wondered, had she been fully formed
From some unseen spring
Do I risk disturbing her?
Would I turn to stone should she look upon me?
Why would I think such a thing?
I am sure one as beautiful as she
Would have saved my soul
from completely unravelling.
When she finally looked at me
I knew language would be no barrier
It is the face of a goddess I see
And I am undone…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ The Stairway ~ #Poetry


The Stairway – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone stairwell with an opening obscured by a bright light.

I could see the shadow of a man
In the light at the top of the stairs
Calling me to him
My name echoing soft inside my mind
I could not move
Fear held me at the bottom
In the dark where I felt safe
I wanted the light to go away
The voice to be silent
I am not ready to walk towards the light
Yet my name had been called
The fear surrounded me grew stronger…

© Anita Dawes 2021

His Day is Coming… #Poetry

Image by ELG21 from Pixabay

One winter after the snow had fallen
Out at sea, thunder, and lightning raged
Telling of my coming.
Angels whisper of my birth
When magic ruled the land
And folk prayed, standing by the stones
Before they knew about the darkness to come
The pain that would follow them
through their lives, devastating families
Stepping between those that love
Turning love back on them,
tearing bits from each other
They become as walking lepers,
without the bell to ring
They are swallowed by despair
It’s the beloved he is after.
My training in the dark arts almost complete
I will be let loose on the unsuspecting fools
Take all they have accrued
This will continue
until one is born with the power of light
The kind that can destroy the likes of my dark ways.
His day is coming…

© Anita Dawes 2021