An autumn morning
The skies they are sighing
In a slow grumpy roll
The skies they are sighing
In a slow grumpy roll
September 29, 2016
August 22, 2016
A Polite Man is Gone | #CapturedInWords
This grief is a quiet visitor Waiting for its turn to speak Gently, holding up its hand as if to say Don't mind me This g...
August 21, 2016
June 16, 2016
Actions Speak Louder Than Words | #CapturedInWords
When I posted John Donne’s most famous poem ‘No Man Is An Island’ the other day, it was the beginning of a thought process that starte...
June 12, 2016
Flowering Tea | #CapturedInWords
'In the trembling grey of a spring dawn, when the birds were whispering in mysterious cadence among the trees, have you not felt t...
June 11, 2016
No Man Is An Island | #CapturedInWords
No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed aw...
June 06, 2016
Your Body The Sea (Pt. 1) | #CapturedInWords
Today I sat on a cold shingle beach Covered by a sky that came without a hem. Knitted with clouds it was not; An expanse of gr...
May 26, 2016
Where's Your Sun Now | #CapturedInWords
As powerful as you are pathetic, whimpering, tormented with emotion and manacled to a ship's mast, whipped, clawed at, beaten against...
May 19, 2016
Love is not a feeling | #CapturedInWords
If feelings are, by their very nature, fleeting, i sn't it wildly irrational that we chase feelings like love and of happiness in the p...
May 15, 2016
Untitled #1 | #CapturedInWords
The train sings as it pulls from the station, wreathed in mist and shuddering gently in the cold. Black crows are shot into what I can see ...
May 10, 2016
The Season's Edge | #CapturedInWords
I breathe urban petrichor and honeysuckle heaviness, Look to a sky drawing its heels across cement grey Where gold burning rings ...
February 25, 2016
A Blackbird | #CapturedInWords
Past the garden gate The jagged silhouette of a pipe Puffs soft chugs of steam That curl like the smoke From a trembling cigar...
February 13, 2016
The Ink Tide | #CapturedInWords
Last night I dreamt that you and I were swept away on a silent, deaf tide. You, stricken, lit by the moon. I, in darkness, unheard...
February 13, 2016
Tea Haiku | #CapturedInWords
Your morning memory blooms in a huff of tea-steam; soft, distorted and, rising, gone. The touch of sun...
December 18, 2015
The Accordion Man | #CapturedInWords
The sky over the park is framed by naked trees standing stark to attention, upturned, as if a black network of nerves has taken root...
September 30, 2014
A Walk in Barcelona #3
Who's changed? You or I? Of course, it's both of us - my skeleton as usual, your frame, the same but of truly ourselves? The li...
September 24, 2014
A Walk in Barcelona #2
Even if I lived in Barcelona for the rest of my life, I'd spend those days revered as a guiri; a tourist. Prejudice sticks to me like...
September 23, 2014
A Walk in Barcelona #1
When I arrived in Barcelona, I was greeted by an almighty twilight thunderstorm. I had forgotten how very loud you ...
July 27, 2014
A Weekend Walk #8
While living in London has its merits, it'll never be for me. I'm a small city or country girl at heart. You know, where ev...
March 10, 2014
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