I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Speedy Couch Potato.
So, the time came for a dog. There's no such thing as 'the right time', only the time when your heart feels it needs a dog to snuggle in there and make you a better version of yourself. I was working from home, and I had visions of me and the dog having quality, quiet (important for me!) time together. We wanted to rescue, and we'd been to a couple of rescue centres, but nothing fell into place. It wasn't to be just yet.
In this poem, I try to convey the colours I am 'made of'. Life has battered me a bit, it's true, but I am made unique by the people around me, who love me, by the things I care about, and by my perceptions. We are all wonderfully different. This poem uses colour to tell you about who I am.
The Conch Shell
A beautiful conch shell sits high up on a bookshelf in our hall. It has been kept up there to keep it safe from our daughter. It's precious and delicate, and although strong, I would hate to see any of its delicate whorls and peaks damaged. Recently, I began to look at it more closely, and I imagined the secrets it held, and the things the sea creature inside had seen over its long life. So, here is my poem,
Pigeons: much maligned heroes.
You know, I do love pigeons. What a statement for a piece of writing, I hear you say! But, seriously, over lock-down, I have had more opportunity to really look at these birds, and honestly, I would urge you do do the same.
Experiences from the pit.
We were all completely shocked at the heart breaking news, last year, when we heard that Caroline Flack, beautiful, accomplished, successful Caroline Flack, embroiled in a media nightmare, had resorted to taking her own life.