The Ballad of Annie Jeffries

They called me the Changeling babe, Not quite a girl, not quite right. Through needle eyes I saw other realms and went wild dancing round finger trees. I jumped the Naiad, on a green bowing branch, and sang to the fair behind the fronds. Nay boy could beat me at their games, I would lick... Continue Reading →

Poetry – Elder Cry

I am tired My eyelids heavy My lips are raw My fingers crack.   I have gills Not lungs inside me Breath far stretched Held for sea salt.   I feel my bones Under this cotton Layers weighted In baby pink.   I had tall wings Now cut and taped down Itch paper skin Feathers... Continue Reading →

Hedwig & Pigwidgeon

I found these two lovely bookends at a local shop today for the princely sum of £15. I'm thinking of calling them Hedwig & Pigwidgeon even though they aren't the right types of owls - but with books and owls it just seems appropriate.

Literary presents

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and I got some lovely things, including these two fab literary gifts. I've had to get them framed and hung on the wall of my little study (which  has altered a bit since my last post about it - I'll do another post about that at some... Continue Reading →

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