I was born in the Midlands and have ALWAYS enjoyed writing. The first poem I can remember writing was at the age of seven, about a mouse on the kitchen floor - 'playing on squares red and yellow'.....
'then he went back to his den, and stayed there as quiet as a hen'! ! ! ! ! That's all I can remember - I have since learned that hens are NOT quiet and that there are other words that rhyme with 'den'!
I moved to Cornwall at the age of 18 and married (disasterously) at the age of 19, but I stuck it out for 14 years - mad or what! ! The two good things from the marriage are my daughters who light up my life on a daily basis making me laugh all the time - and cry with pride.
I went back to 'school' in 2005 and have now finished my English Lit degree. I would LOVE to do a Masters, but it costs too much.
I find making time to write very difficult, it's so frustrating, I have SO many bits of paper with about three lines of poetry scribbled hastily down at Tesco, or at the traffic lights on the way to work.
Oh yes, work, as well as being a carer for my ninety year old Gran, I'm also a violin/trumpet teacher - so as you can see, time really is an issue.
Mevagissey twinkles illusive ‘cross the drowsy bay
The air is full of Brigadoon
And you were always only halfway here
But now you’ve gone, disappeared complete.
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The map of years woven across your face
Tells of the journeys you took without me
But all paths pull me back to your eyes,
Intense and blue as ever
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Don’t tell me your secrets
When I prefer the lies
Don’t massacre me with honesty
While I can keep my eyes shut tight from all the truth
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She doesn’t mean it
Her voice is hollow and tired
But he misreads the sadness in her eyes
He thinks the hope has died
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