The world seems a shattered mirror
No glimpse the life I knew.
My mind a twisted labyrinth
All paths leading back to you.
Apr12
Apr7
Death takes the living too
Always you were so alive,
Bright smile and dark mischief within.
Eyes searching across the club
Seeking out new lives to collide.
Together we’d drink and dance
Room electric with your high spirits.
How can that light of yours dim
Always you were so alive.
Always you were so alive,
Too alive to meet that death
What hate or love behind that blade
Could cut a life like yours?
But death can steal the living
As swiftly as it takes the dying
And somehow you are gone, yet
Always you are so alive.
This poem is dedicated to the memory of Steve Barrett, who was taken from our world tragically early. Rest in Peace Steve, you were loved by so many.
Mar8
Today I Wish
Today I wish I could fade away,
Deep into the shadows I long to stray.
The dark hangs close around my soul
My happy light it has stole.
Today I wish I could just flee
Away from this dark that swallows me.
I wish that this black would depart,
But it lies heavy on my heart.
Today I wish I could surrender,
Give into the bleakest splendour.
But today I will stay and keep the fight
And hope again there will be some light.
Jan13
First publication and other projects
I’ve been neglecting my blog as usual, but not my writing so much. I have co-founded a writer’s group for University of Birmingham staff and even more excitingly I have my first publication. It is in an anthology of short stories around the ideas of the City, inspired by a wonderful exhibion at the Barber Institute of Fine Arts. Although I think it is very unlikely that we will ever make any money from it, with royalties of 6p a book being divided by 15 contributers, I am very proud to be published alongside such other fantastic writers. In case any of you are interested in it, here is the links
I am currently working on a short story of Emily Wilding Davidson and the fateful Epsom derby, as well as redrafting my first novel which I have stripped back and started to rewrite it almost completely from the skelton. I am very pleased with it so far and I am glad that I decided to be brutal with myself. When it comes to historial research, I put a lot of my visual research on Pinterest. I do hope to write some more poetry in the near future, I am sure waiting for inspiration to strike at the same moment I have some spare time to scribble it down. I am also thinking of blogging about my other great passion, food and cooking, but I may leave that until next year.
That is all from me now, thanks for reading!
Dec1
The Strings of My Soul
Play to my heart, oh muse of mine.
Draw your bow across the strings of my soul.
Fill empty rooms and empty hearts
With the music of our love.
Take my soul’s words, oh muse of mine,
Sing them sweet and loud in speechless song.
Draw out the pain of aching hearts
And mend them with your love.
Nov18
Memoir of a Party Girl
Hair shines a sunlight gold,
Hollywood scarlet lips smile.
Breasts barely encased in silk,
Feet high in shiny stilettos,
A glow that comes from a bottle,
Confidence that comes from another.
The beauty both false and true,
But the hangover is always real.
Nov6
Never Goodbye
Years have fallen like the autumn leaves
In the earth my memories rot
Now your face is just a photograph,
The real flesh I have forgot.
The once burning pain of loss
Fades into a purple bruise,
Still the echo of your laugh
Is something I will not lose.
Yet love burns just as brightly
Like it did those years gone by,
And despite your death, my daddy
It will never be goodbye.
