creative writing, Friendship, Poetry, storytelling, women

Two friends catching up over coffee 

Hello my dear, it's been too long What have you been up to? Well, this year I fell apart. A breakdown. How about you? I felt like I couldn't go on The kids, work, that neighbour from hell I know what you mean hon, I've had it tough as well It's exam year this year… Continue reading Two friends catching up over coffee¬†

creative writing, Poetry, Politics, Social change

Brexit (Tiddley Pom): The Pooh of Politics

A friend of mine read my poem about mental health in the modern world, "Sabre-Tooth Post-Truth", and concluded that it had a Winnie The Pooh style about it. Praise indeed! It gave me the idea when feeling particularly exasperated about the state or rather in-a-state of British politics, of writing a poem about the insanity… Continue reading Brexit (Tiddley Pom): The Pooh of Politics

creative writing, Meditation, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, recovery, Self-care, wellbeing

Mind – Full

Words are flying around my head None will take root and find meaning Feelings are sent tumbling To a place without words There are no pictures either Just half-words and muddled phrases Thrown up from deep recesses Gushing into my mind I can grasp neither heads nor tail Whizz banging articulations fade Before I can… Continue reading Mind – Full

mental health, Poetry, Spirituality, wellbeing

Faithlessful

It's easy to be full of the Divine when the warmth of the sun dazzles your eyes But when your heart scatters into pieces across the Universe What then of your faith? What then of angels with soft wings? What then of Gods and Goddesses, aspects and effigies - Totems and trinkets that keep us… Continue reading Faithlessful

childless, creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, miscarriage, Poetry, Spirituality

Situation vacant

Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant

Astrology, creative writing, Meditation, Poetry, Spirituality

Saturnine

The Lord of Time brooks no insolence His moments precious as the stars Meting out that which we desire Holding in reserve should we remember Time is not ours to master but to respect as we would the sun and moon It cannot be counted or stored nor defined for our convenience As it flows… Continue reading Saturnine

Angels, community, creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Poetry, Spiritual work, Spirituality

Winged

What if we are angels in training? Each a step closer to our wings Although these wings are not feathery and light They are made of the strongest substance in the Universe, forged by experience and powerful learning They are every colour of our emotions They are soft to touch after lifetimes of abrasion Yet… Continue reading Winged

Astrology, creative writing, Hope, M.E, Poetry, recovery, Self-care

The eclipse

Burning brightly, joyously. Solidly. Creating life-force and essential fire, until it falls - Shadow Only glimmers struggle to stay Reminders of what lies behind The shadow sits, weighty and cold Dense and obstinate, refusing to leave It stifles and suppresses its enemy - Light For a while it wins. All that once shone removed Pain.… Continue reading The eclipse

community, creative writing, mental health, Poetry, recovery, Spiritual work, therapy, wellbeing

Sabre tooth post-truth

Our Modern life is full of Sabre-tooth tigers Warring of clans and poisonous spiders Dirty dank water and cavernous pits Furious fires and razor sharp cliffs Or so our brain thinks, accustomed to caution Hard wired to react, all out of proportion A disease of our time, a shameful admission Anxiety and stress that we… Continue reading Sabre tooth post-truth

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, mental health, passion, Poetry, recovery, therapy

Sadness is the colour blue

Sadness is the colour blue. That shade of midnight. When the Sun has gone as deep as it can go and the faintest stars blaze like the strongest suns. Happiness is Yellow. Bright buttercup yellow. Like the swimming costume I wore when I was five playing in our paddling pool keeping cool in the heatwave… Continue reading Sadness is the colour blue