Tuesday, 29 March 2016


When the song plays and your face is all I see,
Taken out of context, stolen from the photo I took in the river, summer-warm,
Frozen smiles, secrets of youth, sunlit,
Taken before we spent timeless days dancing the dance of misheard lyrics and stubbed toes
I wonder where it is now
That other life, that other me?

When he sings along to the song,
His voice hides a smile, the words tickle him,
When the song plays, and he sings,
I can smile again.
I wonder at that dance,
That old life, that old me.

Tuesday, 22 March 2016



You used to look at me like that,
Like the world has stopped,
Like we were the only reason for being,

You used to look at me like that,
Under the full moon,
Under the colours I painted,

You used to look at me like that,
Until you saw under the veil,
Until the words and smiles faded,

You used to look at me like that,
Until the moon rose,
Until I stopped smiling,

You used to look at me like that.

Monday, 2 November 2015

Castles in the sky.

Get your head out of the clouds
Dreaming helps less than wishful thinking
Get your feet back on solid ground

His voice faded behind the contrails
Behind the roar of the jet engines

As I rose through the sky,
Fingers trailing through the wet spun sugar,
My smile grew as I started to recognize
Where I was...

I was as close to heaven as any soul can be
Whilst still leaving their vapour on glass
I walked through the castles,
The churches and mausoleums in the sky
Touching the puppies, dragons and pirate ships 
As seen by those who still looked up in wonder at the castles in the sky
And those who still wonder that we can look down with out falling 
That we are here, feet on the ground,
Head in the clouds,
Our hearts in every place we have ever loved.

spare words

spare words have been scarce lately
time has been full -
overflowing, even, with the good things,
and some of the bad,
so full that the words have been spent there
in the moment, in the hours after sunset,
in the minutes during the day that linger

spare words haven't had time to fill a phrase on a page,
the words have been caught in my throat
in my heart
as I build stories others will tell
as they remember the time we...

Tuesday, 18 August 2015


It's that moment.
Or this one.
Or the next.
The one you hope will merge with the others like it
And become:
The time we.
The remember the night?
That time you.
That time I.

As my eyes close, capturing it
Shutter falling
Capturing this moment in time
I can't help but wonder if you will remember the same one.
Or if it is a different moment
That grabbed your heart
Or tugged your smile
Or reminded you of that time we...

Monday, 15 June 2015

Hasta Liebster Award

Michael nominated me for the Hasta Liebster Award which means he either likes my blog or needed to make up the numbers for recipients or he really wants me to answer random questions....

So without any further ado - here are the 11 questions that I promise I have answered truthfully....

  1. Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
    If by devil you mean a guy dressed as Scary Spice and by pale moonlight you mean headlights of a police car AND the moon, then yes I have.
  2. Favourite videogame of all time?
    Is Tetris a video game? Oh wait Neverwinter Nights - but that was on a CD... Um, pass.
  3. What are you reading?
    Playing with the Grown Ups - Sophie Dahl
    Numerous websites on Social Anxiety in Asperger Teenagers
  4. Are you a Beatles person or an Elvis person?
    Can I be neither? Fine! Beatles.
  5. If you could only drink one cocktail?
    A night? A weekend? EVER?
  6. When did you start blogging?
    2008 after having my son and falling into the twilight zone of PND.
  7. Cats or dogs?
    Dogs but don't tell my cat!
  8. If you could be reincarnated as any animal?
    Any animal owned by my mother - except livestock.
  9. What is your life theme song?
    Wow, um, it depends on how my life is at that moment... but the first song that popped into my head was:

    Swiftly followed by:

  10. What do you blog about mostly?
    Life and all that that involves.
  11. If you could marry any TV character, who would it be?
    Lorelai Gilmore or Dean Winchester.
I've been a crap blogger since starting working full-time so I nominate who ever wants to answer the following 11 questions. Cos if you're still reading this I love you!

  1. What do you wish your parents had named you?
  2. What is your favourite way to eat toast?
  3. Who is the scariest person you know in real life?
  4. If you had to choose between jandals and sandals forever which would you pick and why?
  5. Ice cream or cream?
  6. How do you like your eggs in the morning?
  7. What do you wish your partner/bestie knew about you?
  8. Which song defines today for you?
  9. Which movie would you like to live in?
  10. Why does the smell of baking make you feel at home?
  11. What should you be doing instead of answering these questions?

Monday, 1 June 2015

Dear World

I'm here. I'm here. 

Somewhere on the map of life, there's a star pin, it's probably blue and glittery, that's me. When you find it, tell me, I'd like to know where I've drifted to this time. The waves seem to have washed me far from my usual pools into a current that flows fast and I hope I like where it ends. But for now I'm here. Wherever here is, I hope it finds us all safe.


star pin.


things change so quickly when you stare at the sun too long,
by the time the bright blindness fades and the diamond scales fall
they have darkened, disappeared behind clouds lurking beyond.

Between us - a poem.

My fingers trace a line between the sea and sky,
Smearing the water vapour, letting the light in again
Cold glass against warm skin, tired eyes looking for a glint,
Of silver, of a brighter grey within the silence that fills the car,

Words have fallen into the confined space between my heart and my head
And there they wait, weighted with fears that will fade 
Like shadows in the sun, when you finally smile -
When you finally smile and I see the sun setting over the sea,

Turning the fading words, rose and golden, into a promise
That will lead to a lifetime of sunsets, of tides
Of words whispered in cars, in beds and in your arms
My fingers trace the line between you and me.

Monday, 11 May 2015


One day you will look into someone's eyes and see a galaxy
like Hubble sees the galaxies that have never been explored
And you, too, will search for signs of life, of hope
And of a future for your dreams 

You will stare into their eyes
Looking at the shooting stars that chase the laughter
Hoping not to see the tears that cloud the colour
But you will keep looking because it's the last place to lose yourself,
To find yourself, in the stars in their eyes.