Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and...
This morning I got up at 7:50am, watched the news (well, BBC Breakfast, but close enough) while eating my breakfast. I worked crunching number for an education organisation (I’m an office temp) for six hours, bar a half hour lunch break. On said lunch bre...
“You girls have work to do.” The six Girl Guides reluctantly sloped away from the fence that separated our pitch from the neighbouring one where a group of scouts kicked a football about. They walked past me to the QM tent where I was about to set them pr...
I recently lost two relatives who I was not close to. I have also been thinking a lot about separation and the reasons behind it. This poem is about making amends and finding peace before it’s too late. Souls like lights, travel through space,Trails cross...
When troubles plagueAnd you know not the way,To the Man in the MoonYou have to say.All on your mind,Leave nothing out,Just talk and talk,Till he’s nothing to doubt.Give all the piecesAnd lay down to sleep,While ponders the manAnd thinks so deep,That in th...
There was once a little bird and she lived free and explored the world. If someone offered her a crumb she would sing and fly for them to make them smile. Late one spring, she found someone who loved her songs and the shimmering sun on her wings so much h...
Steam rose from the paper cup sitting on the low table by Derek’s knees. He watched the coffee scented mist swirl into the air while people bustled around him; chatting, laughing, eating. He could hardly sit still for the excitement of seeing her after so...
Mist swirls.Every sense strainsto catch a glimpse. A movement.Spinning towards,Find you smilingAll is well.Then probe too deep.Into the mist vanish.Waiting anxiously.No point in searching;The mist conceals.No way to reach you.Then out of this mist,Returni...
Crisp, brittle dune grass scratched against my jeans as I hiked up the slope. Molly followed behind on her leash, head down, her soft, floppy ears drooping even more than normal. I reached the top of the dune and scanned the horizon; nothing but more dune...
Lady was not a very clever cat. She was getting a little old, she had lost a few teeth and she dribbled a bit. She often forgot things like what she was doing or where she was going. She lived with another cat called Holly in a house with a family of peop...
Why resist,When I am clay in your hands to mould?You forge my shape. Why hope,When tears elicit no pity or mercy?You are cold to me. Why try,When all the ways out are closed off?You hold all the keys. Why play,When it always plays out the same way?You win...
In June 2010 a freak fire gutted a 16th Century farmhouse in Hampshire. During the renovation following the disaster the owners found, concealed beneath the floorboards, the diary of one Joseph Mortimer; a thirty-seven year old land owner of modest holdin...
