My Only Home Town

Walking the streets in the small country town I see memories in each pavement crack, all the fun and laughter the here ever after in the place I know as my only home town. I could have stayed but decided to leave memories of my own in the place that is my one and only home town. The river flows past my old country town I hear the ghosts as laughter floats by beneath the white bridge where we played in the sun beside the place I know as my only home town. I should have stayed I decided to … Continue reading My Only Home Town

Waking

When he opened his eyes to a snow-tipped peak the only love of his life is missed those sparkling mountain tops all hikers seek brought to life her eyes and the lips he once tenderly kissed. His lids lifted to a tranquil blue lake still as ice before the day had begun early birds soared high, no sound did they make all day he would mourn, beneath the warm sun. The rays slashed colour across the wide skies horizon of purple, orange and pinks an unused pillow drew tears from his eyes the bed’s icy space, his heavy heart sinks. … Continue reading Waking

A Dream World?

A world was built in violence, that became a creation of beauty, of peace to become a habitat for all living creatures. A home was built a sanctuary for coexisting, for loving each other not a place for hate. A sadness pervades much that has been built homes become squalid, destroyed  sanctuary becomes a danger peace becomes war. But… we build again a home a sanctuary a peace loving world, and hope and pray that hate will become an extinct word of nightmares. Continue reading A Dream World?

A Perfect Imperfection

Even his imperfections were perfect perfect imperfections made in such a way that the imperfections the… disfigurements, flaws, deformities were all perfect they blended, contrasted, merged to create a flawless whole. Imperfections that were incompatible opposed to life unsuited to the here and now not in accord with the there and then. The perfect imperfections took flight became what they could not be his journey was short but a perfect one became… eternal. March It was such a long time ago. The pain once felt is a thing of the past yet when I think about him, my special little … Continue reading A Perfect Imperfection

Seasons

Bluebells in the meadowreflected the colour of her eyesas they laid togetherunder fresh spring skies. Months were long when summer cameand the sun glistened in her hair.They sat on the rivers edgetogether, without a care. Autumn called with jewels of gold,their lips came together under weakening rays.They kicked and laughedrunning through the cooling days. They wanted forever and a dayuntil winter brought a mighty chillto the love that was growingbut now, lay dead and still. Continue reading Seasons

Assessment Result

I have completed the first three years of my creative writing degree course. Having received the result (a pass), today for my third and final level 1 module, I continue with level 2 with an even greater motivation to continue and hopefully succeed in this educational endeavour. Coming from an educational background that really didn’t end up brilliantly academically, I have surprised myself as to what can actually be achieved if you put your mind to it and have belief, even if initially you do not think you are up to it. I have to say, I could not have … Continue reading Assessment Result