A shadow stamped on The spark of my creative Soul – it did not die. Yesterday was one of those Mondays that start well and then slide away from you. The early morning alphabet acrostic poem gave me a feeling of accomplishment. Later in the morning I went to the local library, where I am a […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Flexing my creative muscles
Inspired by yesterday’s post from businessinrhyme, I wrote the following poem, where each starting letter of a line is a consecutive letter of the alphabet, from A to Z, a form of acrostic. It was a good exercise for flexing my creative muscles before writing the first draft of Chapter 8 of The Haunted Tide. […]
If Only Game
Following the instructions on the item I re-posted earlier this morning, I thought I would try it out: Place the word ‘only’ anywhere in the sentence: ‘She told him that she loved him.’ Only she told him that she loved him. She only told him that she loved him. She told only him that she […]
Moon Watching
Late last night I looked out of the small window in our back door and was amazed that the magnificent moon of Thursday and Friday hadn’t waned – it was just mistier. So I wrote the following poem. I’ve included a copy on the page with the poem Once in a Blue Moon. Watching the […]
Sleep Interrupted and Rilke’s Panther
After a fitful night I got up and wrote a poem called Sleep Interrupted, which is below and on a page of its own. Sleep interrupted Leap into the void of slumber Fall down the rabbit hole Slip through scudding cumuli Descend into docile dreams Or crash through thunderclouds Into noxious night terrors Run barefoot […]
The moon and Brontë
Yesterday was not only Emily Brontë’s and Kate Bush’s birthdays; it was also a blue moon. I have written a poem about the moon, which is below. Once in a Blue Moon Cushioned in the hand of night The blue moon drowned out All but the brightest stars Bounced off broken glass in the roadside […]
Memories of teenage years
Today I plan to complete Chapter 7 of The Haunted Tide. I have two pages of bare bones, in which I am writing in the first person from the perspective of a teenage girl who is embarking on her first relationship with a boy she really likes, which means thinking back to my own teenage […]
Summers past
While reading a friend’s comments about rainy days on the beach, I was reminded of my childhood, when we lived with my grandparents. We couldn’t afford holidays but Nan saved up threepenny bits in a jar for days out in the summer, which she booked with a local bus company. She would take us to the […]
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