Picture the scene: This time last week I went for a walk in Stirling which ended in my legs going numb due to the hail (that soon turned to sleet and then finally snow) and my hands taking a good 3 hours to regain circulation. Today? The sun is shining, it's WARM, and I don't… Continue reading An Adventure in Loch Lomond
It's been a while since I've written a post (mainly due to my dissertation that has been consuming me for the past few months) but since it's world poetry day today it would be rude not to! So here it is: a poem taken from the first draft of my dissertation with a few tweaks… Continue reading Sticky Bars
He is waiting for me when I open the front door. Well, when I say waiting, what I really mean is, he is slumped on the sofa, and happens to turn his head when he hears the door slam behind me. “Yes? Can I help you?” He looks away without a word and comfies himself… Continue reading A Plain Digestive Day
[Remember Your Story, My Story? Well after writing that one for an assignment I ended up changing it around a bit at the last minute. This (version 2) is what it turned into. There are a fair few similarities as they are drafts of the same original idea, however the plot is somewhat... different. Please also… Continue reading Smiley Faces and Stick men
Morning breaks; deafening bold, a weary sky turns to gold. Remnants of snow melt from the scene, Slushy grey turns to green. Young buds start to bloom, in sync, What once was green turns to pink. Then mother nature shakes her head and yellow leaves turn to red. Sunlight shortens day by day, Vibrant blues… Continue reading Seasons of Colour
You paint white lines across the sky, Casting through the blue. Merging shades, patterns form, A picture that you drew. Adding trees, outlines show, Your brush flurries from up high. Now branches form: black on blue, A silhouette upon the sky.
[This is version one of a story I wrote. After writing and editing, I then changed the plot line around the characters, creating a rather different version two which will follow soon. Note there will be many similarities between the two pieces of writing as one came from the other.] Your Story, My Story … Continue reading Your Story, My Story
Yours lips that used to touch so soft, Give gentle, tender kisses. They speak the words she cannot hear, The truth of what you’ve done. Cheat they say Scandal. But that’s not the words she hears. It’s the innocence of knowing You don’t love her anymore. The butterflies, they used to flap, But… Continue reading Words
In a sea of blurring faces, One stands crystal clear. Eyes glazed, a simple smile, She sheds a single tear. In a swarm of screaming fans, Amongst the rumbling sound, She stands isolated: Lost but also found.
Wuthering Heights: An Untold Chapter [My take on an additional chapter to the novel 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Brontë] The soft drips fell from the branches above him, slipping easily from the buds and sliding freely through the air until landing, unnoticed, onto his head. From there they dripped down his face and clothes, but not a… Continue reading Wuthering Heights: an untold chapter