Frost rimes the grass
Breath clouds, visible
Am I a dragon?
Or a puffing train?
I selfishly guard my mug
Hoarding the warmth
Shivering fitfully
As I remember Summer.
Life suffusing each limb
Languid, sunny days
Sipping iced tea
Revelling in golden light
But we all know -
Our truth, our reality.
Sticky skin, humming fans
It will be 'too hot'.
Still, in this chilly moment
Sweat seems preferable
Our ever-changing weather
Is rarely just right.
Journal of a Mad Cat Woman
Tuesday, 21 May 2019
Poem: Boycott
He doesn't care
Somehow, that kills
me
Did past failed
attempts trigger this apathy?
I pour out my soul
He doesn't read a
word
But he reads other
authors
(It would be easier
if he didn't)
This boycott is all
for me… I want to scream
What is wrong with
mine?
Others like it...
...Or they tell me
they do
Lacking support
propagates doubt
Doubt could kill me
so I must endure
The question remains
What did I do wrong?
Poem: Words
Words fill the page
An attempt to catch
beauty
Did it work?
Did it translate?
Can they see?
Elusive readers,
beloved unknown
I want you
I dread you
I fear you
Your response
provokes success or failure
I wish to be selfish
To write for myself
alone
Yet… when I open up
Revealing glimpses
of soul on page
Desperate hope is
kindled
Perhaps it worked
Perhaps you saw
Hope enough to
continue
To attempt to catch
beauty
In a page of words
Poem: Look Again
Tell a story in a
poem
Such an easy thing
to write
First beginning then
the middle
Weave until the
end's in sight
Once upon a frigid
morning
Prince and Knight
went riding forth
Journeying to kill a
Dragon
Bringing terror to
the North
Appearances can be
deceiving
For the beast is not
their foe
In the hills an evil
Wizard
Chants enchantments,
causes woe
Prince and Knight
suspect nothing
The Dragon is a
muted slave
Who can stop the
needless slaughter?
A heroine both
bright and brave
But heroines are
rare and precious
The kingdom is long
bereft
There seems no hope
for the poor Dragon
Innocent of all but
theft
For the Dragon stole
a trinket
From the Wizard, who
now seethed
Knight and Price had
found the Dragon
They stood their
ground with swords unsheathed
The Dragon choked on
vain attempts
To inform them of
his plight
It was no use! His
words were taken
They battled long
into the night
The Wizard laughed
inside his tower
Alone, or so he
thought at first
But in the dawn he
heard a footstep
"I have you
now!" The stranger cursed
Long ago across the
water
The Wizard had lost
his way
His Mother had
mourned his fall
His Sister had yet
more to say
"Let him
go!" She demanded
Her willow wand held
aloft
"Dispel your
curse, brother mine,
Or you will not
enjoy the cost."
Defeated, he
acquiesced
The Dragon coughed
and found his voice
"Stop!" he
cried to his attackers
"I really
didn't have a choice!"
Heroines are rare as
gemstones
But Enchantresses
are often found
Righting wrongs and
saving Dragons
Flying high above
the ground
The Dragon lived and
he begged pardon
To the village he
had scared
The Price and Knight
then sought the Wizard
Though for this foe
they weren't prepared
But the tall tower
was deserted
The Wizard's staff
lay on the floor
They looked around
and finally spotted
A short note pinned
to the door
"Pray do not
worry," said the letter
Written in a
slanting hand
"The Wizard
worries you no longer
I'll take him back
to our own land."
I've told a story in
a poem
It really wasn't
hard to write
First beginning and
then middle
And now I think this
end is right.
Poem: Occhiolism
Occhiolism
We all know one.
They move with poise
No gesture wasted
Sitting straight and
stiff
And we call it
grace.
They dress in layers
Sunkissed skin
ending with
Sharp lines at the
wrists
And we call it
modesty.
They speak softly
Well rounded words
falling
Smoothly into rare
gaps
And we call it
shyness.
We all know one.
Sometimes, change
comes
A sudden illness
A shocking accident
Upsets what we know
The tears are
missing
Mourning worn by
rote.
We meet a stranger
With a familiar
face.
They move with
freedom
Graceless abandon
Sprawled and smiling
And we hesitate.
They dress in
colours
Winter pale skin
bared to
Unsuspecting eyes
And we wonder.
They laugh loudly
Giggling opinions
Aired for the first
time
And we suspect.
We don't know them
But we'd like to.
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
My Great Escape - Novel No. 2
The second novel is now complete, and I'm a lot happier with it than I was with my first novel! I feel that this novel ticks all the boxes required for a novelist; it has a beginning, a middle and an end. It has a protagonist who undergoes some character development. It has a moral message for the reader, one that is hopefully cunningly hidden and not shoved in your face as you read.
It's also been proof-read by someone who is not me, which is a great relief (it also means that I get to silently blame her for any remaining spelling mistakes as I confess I didn't bother to do a final read-through before clicking the submit button).
I suspect that I should review the internal file for kindle readers as there are a lot of blank pages that are fine in a book because all the info is on the right hand page, but annoying to click through when reading an eBook. I will get to that at some point this weekend.
Last but not least, here's the link for your viewing pleasure. Amazon gives you the option to look inside so there's no harm in reading the first few pages, is there?
Wednesday, 28 October 2015
Poem: Daily Grind
Morning, inbox full
Head full of cotton woolPhone rings, what now
Emergency or stand down
Paperwork, what’s next
Managers must know best
Lunch time: relax
Reluctant to go back
3pm, the end is near
Imagination into gear
Headache, backache
To tell the truth it’s soul ache
Tomorrow is another day
But all days are the same.
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