You were full of promise, you were heavy with burden. The expectation of a nation, sat in every fold of your gross exaggeration You were filled with blood, you were kept in stone. In the killing wild, the precious child, laid the path for your bold body to be deified. You were ample for their needs,… Continue reading Gaea

The Sleeper and The Spindle by Neil Gaiman. Illustrations by Chris Riddell

I finally used my Christmas book token to get my hands on The Sleeper and The Spindle by Neil Gaiman. The book is gorgeous, illustrated with Chris Riddell's intricate black line drawings highlighted in gold. I'd say it's a little work of art for your bookshelf (I wish my photography skills were good enough to… Continue reading The Sleeper and The Spindle by Neil Gaiman. Illustrations by Chris Riddell

Prose – Mistress of the Sea – part 2

He stepped back. Niamh was left with her boat in the middle of a ring of ghostly faces. ‘Finally you are here.’ The voice was cold and bottomless, hissing and crashing from everywhere at once. 'Who are you?’ said Niamh. ‘I have too many names to count but I am the greatest of all forces… Continue reading Prose – Mistress of the Sea – part 2

Poetry – And then only the women remained

Two old ladies

The men had faced the hooded clock and fallen first. Dusty or sudden, they went, and then only the women remained. They swept up the mess, as they had been taught, tied on plastic caps, and gathered in quiet hordes. Grey and rinsed and wrinkled, with button eyes full of world domination, they planned in… Continue reading Poetry – And then only the women remained

Prose – Tradition

Don’t believe what you read in the papers. They call me a rogue, a trouble maker, unstable, but that’s bull. I don’t play by the rules, that’s for sure, but frankly, the rules suck. They've tried to stop me. They've cut off my magic a hundred times. I just buy more on the black market.… Continue reading Prose – Tradition