Wednesday, 17 June 2015


My spine wills to arch
in a beautiful,
brittle curve
inwards to my core. 

Fingers fused to pale knuckles 
as if sculpted into marble, 
a questioning gesture.  

My left arm is folded across my chest, 
a shield of bones
defending my breath and pulse. 

Neck twisting, contorting
to make me listen evermore.  
If my lips and tired eyes
contorted into unconscious forms, 

would I be perfection?

Hi everyone

I hope you enjoy 'Expectations' from my poetry collection 'Silver Threads' - this collection feels long forgotten now sadly but here's the link if you want to go and see it. 

I said in my blog post on the 1st that I hoped I would have something to say by the next one but sadly that's not the case. Everything in my writing career is depressingly quiet - with a few rejections thrown in for good measure. I think this is why I have chosen to share 'Expectations' today - I have no idea what or how I should be in order to succeed and be noticed in the writing world! I don't seem to fit anywhere.

I decided right at the beginning with my new collection 'Alchemy' that if no-one wanted it I would try and do it myself (only in ebook form to start with) - so that's what I am going to do. I'm not the most tech savvy person in the world so it's not going to be easy - please wish me luck :) 

This is the wonderful artwork that will be the cover of 'Alchemy' - painted by my very talented Mum.

Happy Wednesday 

Monday, 1 June 2015

New Writing of the Month for June ~ Wayward Thoughts

'Watching her thoughts as they fly past; emerging from the tips of her hair and capturing them in her hands, feeling the light fast beating of their hearts, their core, the fragile milky wings. She blew them away with a kiss. Some flew towards the setting sun, some into the clouds. Others struggled and lay defeated amongst the flowers laying on their backs in puddles, slowly drifting. As night came these wayward thoughts started to burn like fireflies, brighter and longer, illuminating the garden like a fallen star until they smoldered into ash and were no more. They left the feeling of a blessing as if their demise had been necessary - some things are not meant to fly away but stay and bring joy to wherever they stay. If anyone knew what happened to the thoughts that escaped such a fate, they never spoke of it'

Hello everyone and welcome to June.

I hope you enjoy this prose piece written back in April - it is amazing what you can come out with when you let your mind wander. I love the concept of 'Wayward Thoughts', seeing thoughts as physical things with a will and fate of their own. 

This is going to be a short blog post because I'm afraid I have nothing much to report - it's been very quiet. I would like to say hello and welcome to my two new followers :) I really appreciate you taking the time to come and read my blog. 

Hopefully I'll have more to talk about next time - have a wonderful Monday.