Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Happy Christmas!

"I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.” 

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Happy Christmas to all my readers!

I am stealing the words of Charles Dickens today to wish you all a wonderful Christmas. I wanted to write something festive of my own but it was not to be, since my last blog post I haven't written a single word because I've been so unwell! It started with a sore throat that lead to tonsillitis - I've had tonsillitis before so knew what to expect but this was something else!

At first I didn't get antibiotics but I had to go back because I was in so much pain I couldn't sleep. The last week has been a blur of sleep and a counting of hours till I can take my next tablets. I also developed a hacking cough and conjunctivitis, the cherry on the cake was when I burst a blood vessel in my eye from coughing! A lot of swear words have been said this week lol.  Anyway I'm on the mend now, my antibiotics finish tomorrow :) 

I love 'A Christmas Carol' - it's one of my favourite things to watch every year. My favourite quote is one Scrooge says to the ghost of Jacob Marley -

“You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!” 

I hope you all have a lovely festive period whatever you're doing and however you celebrate it :) I'll see you in the New Year with 'New Writing of the Month for January' 

Thursday, 11 December 2014



In a vision I have white skin of cardboard
ridged and man-made, 
lacking in touch.  

A deep December cold is moving, stalking  
up my hollowed back misting around my shoulders,  
closing in to my whitewashed neck,  
forming glittering ice upon my pallid lips. 

My words slip from frozen sentences.  

I can witness only a blue room  
in which I stand rooted into the earth with soil between my toes  
running ice crystals along my skin,  
tracing my veins my slowing pulse,
to find my outstretched hands, 
to form frozen prayers at my fingertips.  

In a vision 
this is my natural state 
as I hold my breath  
and wait, 
preparing to shatter.

Hi everyone

'December' is from my collection 'Silver Threads' and I thought I'd share it today - I don't think I could have shared it any other month with a name like December lol I've also changed the spacing from the original version in 'Silver Threads'.

It's a bit complicated explaining the inspiration behind this poem, I think it's obvious it doesn't come from a good place and as usual with my writing it's a mixture of emotions and nature/seasons. Anyway I like it, I love the imagery and atmosphere in it.

My flash fiction 'Poppies in the Snow' was on Morgen Bailey's Flash Fiction Fridays on 6th December, as always it's lovely to be on her blog again :) 

I'll be back closer to Christmas with something festive (hopefully) if not I'll just post a short 'Merry Christmas' to you all. Our tree is up now and looking beautiful, my cat Tomas doesn't seem interested in scaling it (fingers crossed that lasts lol) I'm looking forward to a lovely Christmas with my family - the first in our new home. 

Happy Thursday 

Monday, 1 December 2014

New Writing of the Month for December ~ Seed Pearls and Secrets


'We had a lot of secrets. Each one like a seed pearl that formed a chain held together with gossamer threads and they wove around our necks and wrists, our midriffs and bare ankles until we were made of pearls, made from small perfectly formed secrets and no one could know our true form.

He said to me in an urgent whisper;

‘Who are you to think you are a child of the stars?  We belong on the fast flowing river bed, we belong where the silt shifts and moves under our feet and we are the ones that make beauty from nothing’

So we crouched among those shifting sands and watched the moon rise and fall through red rimmed eyes and a glassy watery home. The light that fell from either sun or moon was spilt upon the surface and never cast upon my face. The rivers moved faster, the current deeper, the murky bed of river ever further away from the light, ever further towards the core of the earth and we sat in silence for a hundred years and a day.

My eyelashes had become white, my skin had grown old.  I was a woman made of aging paper but my mind was still sharp and my strength had never failed me. I broke those seed pearls one by one scattering their luminescent beauty out to the deep currents. Liberating myself from a silent life, sowing secrets onto my ever growing gown of gossamer threads and river pearls, I headed for the light thinking only of breaking the surface.'

Hello everyone

Ok I confess that this isn't 'New' I wrote it a while ago but it is new as in it hasn't been seen before, not on this blog or any where else online - I thought it deserved its debut. 

All my writing has a magical ethereal quality. I enjoy writing about myths, legends and things that can't be explained. 

This is why I've chosen the name 'Alchemy' for a collection of my work that I'm putting together. It's a collection of poetry, prose and flash fiction. You don't realise how much work you've actually got until you put a collection together! lol It all came out of the woodwork - writing that I had completely forgotten about. It was lovely to read it all again, I'm in the process of choosing all the pieces I want in and doing a bit of editing. 

In other news it's the first of December and 'The Best of Vine Leaves Literary Journal 2014' is out today! We have our copy already (my Mum bought it and I have to share lol) It's a gorgeous book - really well put together with such talented writers and photographers. You can buy it on Amazon and also direct from Vine Leaves Literary Journal

My flash fiction 'Poppies in the Snow' will be on Morgen Bailey's Flash Fiction Fridays this Friday 5th - I'll post this on Twitter on the day and on the next blog post.

Have a wonderful Monday :)