My Magnum Opus:

“Is it? Is my work going to live? I wanted to be a writer, that’s all, I wanted to write about it all – everything that happens in a moment – the way the flowers look when you carry them in your arms, how it smells, how it feels. All of our feelings – yours more

Do you ever feel like …

… people are pushing you to your limit, constantly trying to squash your power or criticise you and set you up behind your back? It’s because you need to develop a fighting spirit: there’s no point being in a boxing ring if you’re too afraid to throw a punch. And I’m not talking about physical more

Everything I know about writing practise…

I learnt from my mother: nothing, absolutely nothing stopped her. Not husbands coming and going, poverty, sickness, a house full of children, friends & relatives dropping off the perch all around her. The show must go on … she said 🙂 Thanks mum!

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At The Round Table:

She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore: The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left, Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost, Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient, And yet more

Where Love Goes To Die:

I didn’t know that the disease in your mind,

Would become gradually worse as we aged.

 

We were supposed to grow old together,

You were my best friend!

 

But I didn’t recognise you anymore,

I didn’t feel safe – I chose life.

 

In my heart I will always be married to you,

And only you, until the day I die.

 

Journal entry:

My children and I weren’t born with silver spoons in our mouths: quite often we were alone together and their fathers were absent for whatever reason. There were no hands-on grandparents to help out, no high-flying career to bail us out of tough financial times. But you know what? You don’t get strong by swimming more

35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more