#Writephoto ~ Money ~ #Poetry

Money – Image by KL Caley

Money, money 
do we ever have enough?
I hear the screams, NO!
Even oligarchs want more
There is never enough
The person who saved this money
Carefully in little trays
Likes to take them out and look at them
Thinking himself rich
He is the lucky one, content with his hoard
Would that we all felt the same
Alas, seeds planted long ago
If laid out in words
Would spell out
Greed is the new God…

© Anita Dawes 2021


#Writephoto ~ Folly ~ #Poetry


The Folly
The Folly – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an almost symmetrical brick folly with gothic style arched doorways at either side.

Roaming spirits are grateful
For the foolish notions of the living
If it were not so, they would have 
Nowhere to rest, to live for a while
Those wonderful structures
With their arched windows
Give old memories a new lease of life
If you find a fallen leaf on your doorstep
You have been invited 
to sit at their fire that night
They will allow 
a small glimpse of their time
In the space you created 
at the end of your garden
Where nature grows wild
You have one chance 
to capture their image
Look for the space between
Where time ends…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Writephoto ~ Portal ~ #Poetry


Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected in the surface.

The reflected image holds my attention
Longer than I had intended
Time passing in a puddle of rainwater
This could be my life looking back at me
Slowly, with reflected thoughts
I made my way home
I could feel a new order taking over
My life was about to change
Pray God it is for the better…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#writephoto ~ Cliff Edge ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Cliff Edge

Cliff Edge – Image by KL Caley

Standing on a windswept cliff
The colour of blue grey slate
Remembering what I had forgotten to remember
A time when I did not stand there alone.
You were with me, blue eyes smiling
Somewhere, there is a slice of sky missing.
That was then, back when I had forgotten
Memory brings back pain and pleasure
Now I know that empty space is filled
Because you have gone.
A part of me walks beside you
The sky weeps with remembering…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Arch ~ #Poetry


Arch – Image by KL Caley

I approach the archway, puffed, ready to sit
As I do, I know magic was born here
The pond is still,
a whispered voice calls, bring it back
Bring what back I wonder,
as much as I wonder who long ago
may have walked down these steps
Did they have royal blood?
Did they drive magic away?
I feel the grey stone walls around me
Gently tapping my mind
Think, what has been taken,
Can you bring it back, keep magic alive?
Don’t let the stories fade into the mist
It placed here by the order of the dying King
Without the sword the story fades, the magic dies
Find it, bring it back, let magic live again…

© 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

#Writephoto ~ The Cow ~ #Poetry


The Cow – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a single cow on a cobbled beach sipping from the water.

Daisy has been the odd one out from day one
She became Jim’s favourite.
Calling the cows in for milking,
He would let her wander off to the river
She loved the water
Jim worried that she may fall in
That age was catching up on her
She could end up floating on the Hudson river
Getting snapped by the paparazzi
Finding herself on tv,
letting her head get turned around
Somehow, I knew that wouldn’t happen
Daisy just loved the water…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Tree Man ~ #Poetry


Tree Man – Image by Willowdot21

For visually challenged writers, the image a tree that has partly been carved to represent a man (or an ape I’m undecided).

A great big thank you to Willow for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/ to show her some love!

The spirit of the ages rests here in my heart
They see the daisy and smile
They don’t understand
I am more than what you see
Stop awhile, listen, you may hear me speak
If I have a message for you
I will try and plant it in your head
I may look like an old wizard, up to no good
I have my moments,
so please guard your thoughts as I hear them.
More to the point the universe has big ears
Like a bad wind, your thoughts are blown back at you
It may be as swift as an hour
Or a few days, believe me
Your thoughts are boomerang shaped
Odd, like me, so take care…

© Anita Dawes 2021