Tag poetry

Bookish Book Bag Bargain

Trying saying that three times fast! I just had to share with you this squee inducing find (yes I said squee) I discovered at the weekend. I have coveted many a bag from Paperchase but their prices can be a… Continue Reading →

Poetry – Still

If I breathe everything will break. I capture the moment through half closed lashes. The grass, neat as plastic, trimmed by endless sheep. The azure ozone dusted with clouds topped by a golden globe. A flotilla of geese wafts across… Continue Reading →

Books That Get Under Our Skin – Literary Tattoos

The classic horror aficionados amongst you will recognise the quote above from Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”. The tattoo and the arm it sits on belong to my friend Kasi. This is her favourite line from her favourite book, and it’s now… Continue Reading →

Poetry – A Teacher’s Lament at Christmas

This year it is our turn to do the Nativity, And everyone is slack, We have rehearsed for two weeks now, So I’m not going to take all the flack. Miss Twit, as I call her, is on the piano,… Continue Reading →

Poetry – And then only the women remained

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…. Continue Reading →

Poetry – Woodsmoke

It is on days like these, when the trees stand still and haggard, when the ground is brown fluttered I can think of no better place than this old Earth. The air bites and tingles, the grass thinned, as I… Continue Reading →

Poetry – The Worm at the Bottom of the Well

There’s a worm at the bottom of the well, that curls in it’s unkind skin. The town around it whirls and ebbs, but it finds no peace within. There’s a worm at the bottom of the well and I can… Continue Reading →

Poetry – Words like Knives

I use words like knives and slice up your heart, but you must know I love you. I disappear to dark days and leave you stranded here, but your must know I need you. I have bruises under my skin… Continue Reading →

Poetry – Angry Young Woman

  When I die, let the flames grow high. Let them burn me, as they did in life.   I do not fit, in this steel corset. I do not hold my tongue, I am heard and seen.   I… Continue Reading →

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