Category: observation

Big Deal

Just because something isn’t a big deal to you, doesn’t mean it isn’t a big deal to someone else. If someone tells you something is bothering them, listen. It’s completely okay to not understand. It’s not okay to belittle their emotions. If someone snaps,…

Elusive Happiness

I felt happy several times this weekend. Playing with my little girl. Hearing her laugh. Watching her grow. Seeing friends. Chatting. Sharing. Unwinding. Watching Buffy. Chilling. Escaping. Yet as I fell asleep, or tried to, on Sunday night, all I could think about was…

Baby Steps

There aren’t many more exciting things than baby’s firsts. First words or signs because you realise they have new ways of communicating with you. First teeth, as it opens up new culinary possibilities, and means teething and the pain that goes with it is…

She Gave me a Witchstone

See the hole right through the middle? That’s what makes this a witchstone, or hagstone. Traditionally associated with magic, they are used as protection from various evils, including to protect sailors from drowning. The hole is formed by the ocean and the particles therein…

Ocean Longing

Strange nostalgia for the sea Background smell Of coal dust and coziness While I walk on the beach Houses behind me Horizon ahead Beckoning.

Chocolate Tasting at Apperley Bridge Marina

It’s nearly Yule and what better way to enjoy this indulgent season than with some delicious choccies? Apperley Bridge Marina hosted its first chocolate tasting event last night. We arrived under a frosty half moon with the boats glistening in still and cold water….

Distracted by the Birds

I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war…

The Moon

A card is pulled A sphere Leaning to the side Of mercy. Our animal self Howls at it Barks at it Gnashes shark teeth But we can’t control The master of tides We fear the path Between the two towers Yet walk it we…

The Mist

Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling…

Comes with a Warning

Wash dark feelings separately Press the red button Max head room uncertain Unauthorised access forbidden Stand clear of the line If you can see Where it is.

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and…

Who’d be a writer?

Put this pen to paper Take it back Make it crack Spill the ink Like blood Sign my life away Sign my soul To the devil In the details.