POETRY FROM
THE HEART

I have an MSc in Creative Writing for Therapeutic Purposes.

My dissertation was a Poetic Inquiry exploring my motherhood journey.

Here is a collection of poems from my dissertation and reflecting my love for nature, literature and friends and family.

 
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TURNING PAGES

A poem about my love for writing and books

 

Turning Pages

I wanted to be on the inside,

When I was young,

So, I could swim in a chocolate lake,

Dive down the rabbit hole,

Climb the faraway tree,

Jump into the Briar bush.

Watch pheasants fall from the sky.


But, reality bites

Oh so quickly

And you can’t live

Your life

Through a book


Years have passed

And the pages

Are yellowed

Some of them

Ripped at the seams

So now, I turn them more carefully,

But no more do I run from my dreams.

 
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MAKING TIME

A poem about enjoying nature. Taking time out.

 

Making Time

There is still time. 


Finish that list 

all the things 

you should do  

before 

you’re 11¾.  


Blow a grass trumpet, 

Let shapes cloud the sky 

Grab a kite 

Fly 

Run until you can’t breathe 

Lie in the long grass 

pick flowers on the hill 


Be.  


There is 

still time. 

 

FOSSILISING

A poem about growing older, inspired by my favourite walk on a fossil beach
in my home county of Somerset.

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I'M FOSSILISING

Childishly, gleefully

jumping over rocks,

skidding on seaweed

hunting dinosaur bones

mysteries of the past


I’m fossilising…


A solitary walk

across the cliff tops

hares jab and jibe

one ready to mate

the other, not quite


Spring lambs gambol

bluebells blossom

sunlight glistens

new beginnings

as two become one


We’re fossilising…


Rip the slate free

bring it crashing down

dust shatters

ammonites shining

hidden treasure inside


The clatter of little feet

chasing cross the rocks

slipping on seaweed

heart-stopping moments

as two become three


Happy fossilising…


Sea salt licks my skin

deposits white lines

along facial crevices,

as the wind whistles

through medusa hair


Stop at a rock pool

and stare down into

an alien landscape

rippled and distorted

like the passage of time


Rip the slate free

Bring it crashing down

So it breaks and shatters

Hunting more treasure

finding emptiness inside


I’m fossilising fast…


Yet, with childish glee

I clamour craggy rocks

squelching on seaweed,

head down searching,

hopefully for the past


Ancient stone

weather-worn

and brittle

frail and insecure

The rutted fossil

etched upon its face

beautiful and tactile

its mysteries unknow