Tag: writing poetry

  • A Phase of Wonder

    I was trying to think of subject matter for this blog post and decided I would write about my beautiful daughter. She has become so interactive and I’m constantly surprised by things she says and does. At just 15 months old, she has picked up a couple of phrases: ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘Why…

  • New Year, New Poems

    New Year, New Poems

    I’ve been working on some poetry, lately. I know this isn’t a startling revelation, but I’m quite pleased with how these particular poems are shaping up. One was inspired by the memory of my first scan in pregnancy. I was struck by the sonographer’s words ‘everything you see on the screen is bone . .…

  • Poetry and Stories Make the Heart Sing

    Poetry and Stories Make the Heart Sing

    I’m taking a break from the novel this week. As I mentioned in my previous post, I have managed to fill a major gap, but when I started to look at a couple of other chapters that needed a reshape, I found myself getting a sinking, sludgy feeling that I didn’t like one bit. So,…

  • The Shadow of a Bird, Heatwave Over

    The Shadow of a Bird, Heatwave Over

    The heatwave seemed to invigorate all the small creatures that live around my house. While I lay listlessly on the sofa, watching the ‘mountain men’ scramble for a podium place in the Tour de France, they babbled, squabbled and, in the case of the flies, circled meaningfully.

  • Shoes, Writing and the Body

    Shoes, Writing and the Body

    I’ve been thinking, shopping and dreaming shoes for the last few weeks. I had a family wedding to go to and really wanted to look my best. I found a dress and flouncy scarf ages ago but I had no suitable shoes. So began my greatest fashion challenge, since, well . . . probably my…

  • Off to see the Wizard, Picnics & Poetry

    Off to see the Wizard, Picnics & Poetry

    We were off the see the Wizard last Sunday, having bought cinema tickets for Oz the Great and Powerful. The film made my weekend, with its stunning fantasy world and a tug at childhood memories.