I hope this poem may bring you a little peace in the middle of all this coronavirus chaos.
Any other weekend, I’d be out and about. But not this weekend. Not this week. Not this month. And not for the foreseeable.
The latest prompt from Dear Damsels was 'Open' - which immediately conjured up images of vulnerability and self-protection. The idea of an anenome sprung to mind instantly; and so I sat down, and began to write. This poem is the result.
Talking is a hugely important part of normalising discussions surrounding mental health, breaking down barriers and making change possible. But there is so much more to be done.
Love isn't all fanfares and flowers, or fantasies and fancy dates.
I am posting this the morning after the 2019 General Election. For many, now is not a very celebratory time; however, here's a poem I wrote about exactly that. Celebration.
One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day.
Nothing says 'poetry is for everyone' more than having a world-class showcase of the word form right on your doorstep. Here in Hampshire we have the wonderful Winchester Poetry Festival, which does just that.
Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
I apologise too much. It's not a good thing – but I still maintain that I'd rather be sorry than not.