June and July are a blur in my mind. I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way...
A poem for the last week and a half. Thank goodness it’s the weekend. It was still raining yesterday but we made the most of the day and went for a lovely rainy-day walk. There's something soothing about walking on a quiet rainy day in summer... The world feels softer, like it's wrapped in wool, and yet your senses come alive with the smell of rain on the earth and the touch of droplets against your skin. I'm still hopeful for some sunshine this weekend, though! Because there's something wonderful about seeing the sun on a busy summer's day 🙂
Poetry helps us come to terms with grief, and comfort is often found in unexpected places.
What would you ask an ancient tree?
I locked myself (and my daughter) out of the house two weeks ago. Dark rain clouds were looming overhead. I panicked. My toddler was hungry and tired, I had no snacks, and to tell you the truth, I was hungry and tired too! But after a few phone calls, we had no choice but to … Continue reading Things you find under trees – poem
I create a garden every time I move to a new rental house. It’s hard work and I seldom stay long enough to truly reap the rewards of my efforts. But planting and tending a new garden is a rewarding and special process in itself. Even though I know there’s a good chance the next renters will leave the garden to die or grow wild, I believe it’s better to leave a garden when you go.
My sister’s an extremely talented artist and I’ve always admired her ability to catch a moment or emotion with her art. We’d been talking about collaborating on a project, so I sent her some poems and she worked on illustrations to accompany them. Her illustrations developed and shaped the stories in a completely new way, which allowed me to reduce the poems to their bare essence.
The little red bird puffs herself up and with a bright eye, she watches the sleepy world. Thin winter mist swirls and eddies through the yellow leaves around her. She takes a deep breath and her shrill song fills the quiet morning: 'What’s a lonely bird to do On a grey winter’s morning? Ooh-hoo! No … Continue reading The Little Red Bird – Short Story
Genre: Whimsical Fantasy Bits of earth stuck to Bernard’s fingers. His hands expertly worked through the rich forest soil littered with the skeletons of decomposing leaves. The gentle hum of millions of insects chewing through leaves and tree bark soothed him. Wrapped in the protective arms of ancient oak trees, he felt at home; here, … Continue reading The Collectors
Genre: Fantasy ‘It’s a long story, really.’ He took a deep drink of ale and, with exaggerated care, placed the mug back on the table. ‘I left my home twenty-nine years ago, or near enough to twenty-nine years ago, to find the girl I love.’ He didn’t know the girl sitting across from him. Normally, … Continue reading Her name was Lolagh