Hailing from the grim and grey North East, RK Summers is a great lover and hoarder of books. Her love of the literary world began at the tender age of five, when, as a ridiculously serious child, she wrote her first ‘story’ about a dancing tree, complete with a bittersweet ending as a lament for the loss of fairy tale magic.
Her fascination with the ancient legends of Britain has led her into many adventures in Faeryland, and she often requests to be given back to the faeries if she’s found wandering.
When she’s not writing down these adventures, she enjoys the music of Loreena McKennitt, the peace and quiet of woodland, and picnicking.
Her vices include (but are not limited to) addiction to coffee, sugary foods, tormenting human beings, and video games.
A whisper in your heart
When love is torn apart
Before your very eyes
A storm within your mind
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This song I sing is for your heart
Not your ears
Take it with you, and listen for it
In the trees and the wind
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Clockwork ticker, beating pulse
It lives and loves on wild impulse
Shiver and shake like feverish imps
If you look inside and take a glimpse
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I sat upon my window ledge,
And sang my song of sorrow.
I stepped into the evening air,
And wondered of tomorrow.
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