I wanted to write something around my current frustration of feeling listless and weak. (post exertion symptoms) Then I read this, which says everything I wanted to say. Thank you @notjusttired 🙏💖💫 https://wp.me/p7YuIz-gn
Category: creative writing
No more time to change
Tuesday in November It didn't rain. The line between cold and hot, lonely and mocked, was paved over without a sound. It was a Tuesday. It was a clear sunny day - just over four degrees - when the ozone layer dislocated its joints and stretched into oblivion. It's tireless work ignored, without tears; the… Continue reading No more time to change
Blood Right
It's been a tough week. That is all I have been able to articulate to anyone who has asked. Five words that could be unpicked for days before finding the knot at the heart of it all. Or, the Not in my case. Word play aside, it is time for me to share. As… Continue reading Blood Right
The Pisces Call
I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call
The perils of change
(I had to add this poem as a picture as WordPress helpfully kept removing my spaces! Note- WordPress, you may need to consider this feature for the poetic among us) The Perils of Change This poem came to me in one of those midnight inspiration moments. The last 6-9 months have been extremely wearing,… Continue reading The perils of change
The carer’s career
I wrote this poem after texting my husband to pick up some milk. It occurred to me that there are relationships everywhere that at some point one will send this message to the other. I then reflected on what that request meant to me in my relationship and realised it's depth. Hidden in this mundane… Continue reading The carer’s career
Shouting into the tornado
The following poem was inspired by the growing mass of voices on Twitter. I asked myself, what is the essence of the message behind the words. What is it we want people to hear. Included in this, is my own voice. This is what I saw... Can you see me? Can you help me? Can… Continue reading Shouting into the tornado
Heart beat
Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon - titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not… Continue reading Heart beat
The seeking of balance
Out of chaos, out of form, comes balance. It reveals itself, not to those who crave order but to those who walk through the mire. It holds those undesired in its arms, its cradle soothing their dissonance. It looks into our world of spinning thoughts and yearning, and speaks: "Find me in your middle, draw… Continue reading The seeking of balance
One. Two
The day was still. She felt like time, had frozen, the moment it happened. Nothing mattered anymore; her heart, her blood, her breath would be a constant effort hereon in. Life had stopped, and she with it. She could walk around that Moment and examine it from all its angles – the bed, the face… Continue reading One. Two
Writing and M.E. 