Mythic Haiku
Spire tips appear rising from moonlit ocean breaking waters calm Continue reading Mythic Haiku
Spire tips appear rising from moonlit ocean breaking waters calm Continue reading Mythic Haiku
Nighttime of the year days slowing to a trickle cosy evenings now Continue reading Cosy Haiku
A single teardrop fell onto sad words of love and washed them away Continue reading Sad Haiku 2
The words were written telling her story for all to shed tears over Continue reading Sad Haiku
Window onto street bumper to bumper cars jammed on rat-run for hours Continue reading Jammed Haiku
Tee shirts to long sleeves shorts replaced by blue jeans goosebumps stay away Continue reading October Haiku
I wrote a poem in 2016 following a work visit to a customer’s home in south Wales. On my return journey I couldn’t resist a stop in the village of Tintern on the banks of the river Wye – a time to pause and reflect. It was late September and a beautiful late summer/early autumn day. I breathed deeply, took a few photos and was inspired to write. I have made a few minor revisions and shared the poem below: The Last Day of Summer Was this the last day of summer? as I stood on the banks of the … Continue reading The Last Day of Summer
September sun sinks heading for autumnal skies distant paling blue Continue reading Autumn Haiku
It’s interesting. A chapter or a scene plan in my head, or even plotted in writing can change at the drop of a hat. Having just vomited 1000 drafted words of chapter 3, I find the quest group already coming apart at the seams – and I had not planned for that to happen. The sceptic of the group has decided that enough is enough and that he doesn’t want to be a part of the protagonist’s stupid game any longer! This is not what I, as the writer, envisaged. How dare one of my characters decide to go rogue … Continue reading Direction Changes