As many people have this year, I have taken up art as a new hobby. I spent most of 2020 trying to learn to paint with cheap acrylics or watercolours. I even gave embroidery a shot and I have all the equipment to prove it. At Christmas I was very lucky to be given an... Continue Reading →
Tick Tock
Tick. Each tug bring it closer, The snap is inevitable. And it will take its toll. Tick. Magnetic forces are at work. Drawing it north and south, East and west. Tick. It sputters but carries on, It won't stop But it can break. Tick. Time is running out, It's closer now. The break is happening.... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.6
My little patch of heaven.I look up at you each night.The inky black bluishness like a blanketWith stars like pinpricks reflecting my soul.These stars are always the sameNo matter where I go,And like my poor soulThey remind me of home.My little patch of heaven.I stare into your void each night.The harsh winds like the wild... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.5
When you move back home you become the person you were when you left. The problem is I don't like this person. The shy and lonely girl who left 12 months ago. I can feel the shyness growing in my throat becoming a smile rather than a response in conversation. I've lost my bark and... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.4
A Piece of Me With you there is a piece of me. Please look after this small piece Care for it, Keep it safe. I gave you a piece of me. I gave you it when I shared my life with you, When I fractioned my time on earth To be with you. To care... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.3
I have the sun on my skinAnd the wind in my hair. When I close my eyes, I can feel my heartbeat. And I think of you. I have the rain on my skin And a gale in my hair. When I close my eyes, I can feel the tightness in my chest. And I... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose pt.2
Alone. At last some peace, All expectations of the world lifted from my shoulders. Time to decompress and think. But that peace turns to oppression, The once calming quiet now a silent deadweight on my lungs. The rot of doubt grows in my stomach, Unable to stop thoughts of isolation shouting in the silence of... Continue Reading →