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.

Monday, 6 April 2015

Reflecting Light

she stood on the shore, 
tracing lights with her fingers
as they trailed down his arm to his hand
anchoring them both in the night 
the waves moving through them 
mimicking the sea as it moved up the sand
the light distorted in her eyes 
as the dark water rippled around them
taking and giving
unable to move
or to stand still
as they drowned in the light
reflecting in the dark

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Lodestone - a poem


drawn to you, iron-will failing
pulled, by unknown force
magnetic, sure, certain
guiding me along this path
my lodestone,
newly known maps,
adventures and my guide
simplest to follow
held close, safety in
my lodestone.

Unrecognisable - a poem.

It came to me, somewhere between that glass of wine and the roadkill
I passed on the way home late last night when it was too dark to drive
Especially when you're me and don't like how the car hugs the white line,
Feeling like it should be following the stars, the flashes of amber and red
Sprinkled on the water in the lagoon and reflected on the black eyes of the houses.

It came to me, then, at that inlet near the place you drove to, so many years ago now
That it's less a memory, it's a daydream of a time that may only exist in this space
Between a glass of wine and the remains of something unrecognisable in the absence of life,
It came to me that you are best left there, at the inlet. Because the tide will take pieces of you
With it and eventually, I won't drive past here, holding my breath and waiting for my car
To follow yours into the high tide, to be with you.
It came to me there, because you are now unrecognisable in the absence of life.

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Sat at the edge

I sat, under the plastic roof,
Rain tiptoeing down the grooves.

Warmth held tight in my hands,
Thoughts of you not far from my heart.

My name in your voice was murmured by the wind,
As the leaves caught the tears I should have shed.

At the edge of the day I sat, watching the sun fight the clouds.

At the edge I sat, watching it win, willing it to win. For us.