True Colours

The obsidian seeps through each and every crevice that lies beneath Desolating all paths it passes; suffocating, cascading Like that of an untrained wisteria, quietly creeping, crawling, entangling. There is little room where this darkness does not hide once it finds its welcome No longer can a pinch of light stretch to the deepest depths…

All Women

Maybe we jumped too soon, god forbid we celebrateThen by all means we begin to hesitateOne is demeaned, scrutinised by tabloid liesOne is lost; every form of pain ignites insideFidgets, turns, wide eyes – heavy heartsEach one of us drained, numb, but still wanting to play our partThere’s still so much to change, more than…

This Christmas

I fear that Christmas is going to be a little different this year No ‘driving home for Christmas’ to spread the festivity cheer I won’t sit in my matching PJ’s, sneaking stockings in the early hours Like many others I’ll be sat at home, watching re-runs of faulty towers I won’t wake up in my…

A 2020 Christmas

Why Hello there, I know it’s been a while, but it’s also been quite a year… I recently wrote a little Festive/ 2020 Poem that I wanted to share, A 2020 Christmas A 2020 Christmas There is just one thing I want this Christmas Its’ joy, love and peace and to feel as if we…

Forget Me Not

We watch you distressed, tears, upset The lady is following again No matter how much we try to reassure You’re adamant she’s no friend Agitated, confused; clearly irate Once again we try to calm you and reiterate We attempt to cover, block & shield Hiding the stalker you anticipate The individual you keep on seeing…

The Effect

The Effect by Lucy Prebble A play that explores mental health, and the first play I watched in theatre that made me cry.

Bernard’s Watch

I can’t wait to have my own house. I can’t wait for my boobs to grow. I can’t wait to be taller. I can’t wait for skin to clear up. I can’t wait to have a dog. I can’t wait for it to be Christmas. I can’t wait for the weekend. I can’t wait to…

Coastline

green blades wimble in the soft, warm wind, similar to those improvising at a silent disco rock dust floats and prances, spiralling like those of a ribbon twirler at a street carnival. With no haste or appointment the steps I take are delicate, precise, gentle. My troubles clear but my mind busy, my soul appreciative…

This Girl Can

Maybe you’ll find a man, settle down and have a kid in the next few years. Maybe you’ll live alone with 178 plants and 3 dogs. Maybe you’ll be a stay at home mum, Maybe you won’t Maybe you’ll be a fire-woman, an astronaut or president. Maybe you’ll be the first in your family to…

Happy Anniversary

‘Happy Anniversary’ I say to me. As I rub my eyes, stretch, and walk downstairs to make a cup of tea. A memory pops up; Facebook has its uses. ‘One year ago today’ – I’m greeted with a photo booth picture of me and two friends. A night so fun, exciting and refreshingly new. Yet,…