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A new poem for National Poetry Day 2018

Today is National Poetry Day, and as usual I have created a bad poem. If you want to avoid it and skip straight to the National Poetry Day website then click here. Still with me? OK, good. The topic for this year is change. Often I find it hard to think of a poem based on the topic given, but this year it was quite easy. I will not give you a long, convoluted, explanation of how I came up with the idea, I will let you work out what the poem is about yourself. Oh OK, have a hint in the form of a picture! Right, you can read ‘Change’ below or go to my poetry collection on wattpad, suitably entitled Bad Poetry You probably never want to read



You see this hard shell

So small in your hand

Nothing but a fleeting

Speck from the corner

Of your eye

Place me deep

Within the earth

Wait and watch

Feed me

Quench my thirst

For the love you give

Will imbue me with energy

Imbue me with life

Now I appear

Peeking over the parapet

A fragile child

Knocked by wind and rain

Beaks pecking away

Claws tunneling around

But I will grow

Little by little

Year by year

I shall be stronger

I shall tower over you

Be seen from miles around

And when you are gone

I will still stand here

I shall be your monument

Shall be your memory

Until I drop, for tiny hands

Another hard shell

Another packet of life

That they may place

Deep within the earth

And let the cycle begin anew


Photo: Giani (Pixabay)


Islands of Hope Update – 29/09/2018

I did say the next few chapters would be short as story threads intertwined. In this week’s update you get a whole chapter but it is less than four hundred words. A quick one that gives the outcome of the vote. We now know that Du Puteron has spies in Princips and is being fed information. Also there is a bit of a rallying call at the end, and we all know what that means, some action scenes. OK, not straight away but they will be coming. For now you can read Chapter 27 on wattpad here, or start from the beginning here. I am glad to say that Islands of Hope now has over 250 reads, I would like some feedback though, please! Anything, good or bad, I don’t mind.

Islands of Hope Update – 22/09/18

This week I have managed to write a whole chapter of Islands of Hope. OK, that sounds impressive, but it was only a short chapter, a little over 700 words. I intended it to be longer but the words did exactly what I wanted them to do in that space of time. Basically, show that Kira is in a situation she is going to find it hard to get out of. It also builds on the fact she is starting to control her anger and, although not explicitly shown, Du Puteron has helped her with this. As well as this it builds on Sylvian’s character, showing he will do anything to protect his village. I have, so far, only tackled one storyline per chapter so felt it important to keep this up, therefore the next few chapters may be short as story threads start to intertwine. For now you can read Chapter 26 on wattpad by going here, or start from the beginning here.

Islands of Hope Update – 15/09/2018

Told you I would finish Chapter 25! Actually I have no idea how I achieved it, I feel like I have not stopped this week, but did manage to push myself to finish editing last night. I hope this section is showing how much of a pain Kendra is and how invested Martha is in doing the right thing. Although, I am starting to worry that all my female characters are very similar. Had I not decided to challenge myself to be a pantster in this project I might have seen that earlier. Oh well, at least the story is moving along well. As usual the update is live on wattpad now, Chapter 25 is here, or you can start from the beginning here.

Islands of Hope Update – 08/09/2018

The good news is you have an update, the bad news is that it is another smaller one. First weeks back at work are always crazy, I have been working long hours and have barely seen my family, let alone write. The fact Chapter 25 is set up for other parts of the story means that I have not found it easy to get into as well. I will complete Chapter 25 next week (you know I won’t!). So, yeah, not an exiting week in terms of Islands of Hope but you can read Chapter 25 on wattpad now by going here, or alternatively start from the beginning here.

Islands of Hope Update – 01/09/2018

Pinch punch first of the month, no returns! Right, now we have got that juvenile behaviour out the way I can get on to how little writing I have done this week. I have been back at work preparing for the year ahead, basically staring at a computer screen and organising students usernames and creating mark sheets. Anyway, enough about my job, back to the writing. I struggled with the sentence to open Chapter 25, which also makes the amount I got done smaller. Basically this chapter is Kendra setting out the vote, which we all know is rigged. She is a nasty piece of work! I was hoping for a short chapter in one update, but I’m afraid it is going to be running over next week (and possibly more) as well. As usual the update is live on wattpad, you can read Chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here.

New Poem: An Ode to the Greatest Toy

Being a teacher has its benefits, although I don’t get to see my children much during term time I am with them lots in the holidays. On many a rain or lazy day my five year old son and myself like to play with Lego. This used to be a great experience of creating things and building  new sets together. We now have so many that I have had to organise our bricks by colour in a set of different coloured draws. What has now started happening is that my son wants to rebuild some of the older models we have, most recently a helicopter. In the past we would rifle through pieces and then build together. These days my son is quite the proficient builder and follower of instructions. I, therefore, have been relegated to ‘finder of pieces.’ Now this is not too hard a job and I can build a little whilst doing it. That is until he needs a grey piece, there are SO.MANY.GREY.BRICKS! I just sift and sift through them for hours, slowly loosing my mind!

As you may know I like to write poetry, and am often after inspiration. I’ve been so busy with other projects that I have not been thinking about poems. However, after this Lego experience, one jumped into my brain. For some reason I felt like writing it from the point of view of an Elizabethan dandy. Don’t ask me why, it just felt right. So you can read my frustrations about the toy I love so much in my poem ‘An Ode to the Greatest Toy.’ It is below, or, if you want a few extra clicks (and access to more of my terrible poetry), you can look at it on wattpad in my collection ‘Bad Poetry You probably never want to read.’


An Ode to the Greatest Toy

Oh woe is me

I cannot find the last brick

To make my beloved helicopter

Despite sorting into different colours

All I observe is a sea of grey

A myriad of pieces

Each engineered to perfection

But I don’t want the classic four by two

That I hath screamed in pain

When standing upon

Nor do I want clips or tubes or thin rows of dots

Oh how I used to love that sound

Plastic crashing against each other

As I rifle through my treasure

Now it is only an irritant

When I turned the page

I hoped for any colour

Except this dastardly grey

Blue, yellow, green or red

I seem to possess less of those

Making for a simpler search

Yet I hath stared for many an hour

Removed bits and placed them back

But alas, no joy

Maybe I shall make my own model

It will not be as good

Not such an aerodynamic design

But the system allows me such freedom

To veer from the intended direction

To create anything from deep within

Sometimes you need to fling the book aloft

Sometimes you just need to Lego