Thriving?

We’re going through a difficult time at the moment - I won’t go into it but suffice is to say one outcome could be pretty crap. A deep fault of mine is that I allow worry to wrap itself round my heart and squeeze ever so painfully. So much so I find it hard to … Continue reading Thriving?

Poem: Dorset

White horses met us on the shore. We; wind whipped and wide eyed, Braced to meet their thundering gait. Not the romantic amble I'd hoped; The jutting Jurassic coastline stole my gaze, The violent air took your words away. And although your hand clutched mine, Your wonder was at the force of nature, Which pushed … Continue reading Poem: Dorset

Poem: Heart for you

I dreamed of one with a heart for you How i prayed, full on, shopping list Bespoke boxes, ticks, previewed, I totally. Missed. A point. You craved for my heart to be for you Giving first, faithful, loving pure, Soulful soul mate, fixed, renewed You eagerly, stressed the point. Lies have kept me apart from … Continue reading Poem: Heart for you

Bullies, cowards and empty cupcake sleeves

I don't normally read the gossip columns, or at least, i don't normally admit to reading them; but i was moved to post this on my Facebook today: Was there a woman who saw those awful pictures of Nigella Lawson who didn't think "If he does this in public what does he do behind closed … Continue reading Bullies, cowards and empty cupcake sleeves

Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.

Two years ago i found out my husband of five months had cheated on me. Happy Anniversary: Your eyes disappointed me most. What I mistook for deep wells of honesty, Were actually fathomless pools of regret. And, each declaration you bestowed on me Was your own, furtive lament. Now i bow to you, awesome piece … Continue reading Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.

Don’t Text When You’re Drunk

I blame laughter and Sauvignon Blanc; Friday night, an inept DJ. I wonder how you read my misspelled words. Did they whisper or shout at 2am? Mute in the light; grey and painful, Each idiom deciphered, pored over. Now expectancy fills the space in my chest, Heavy and humid like my damp flat. Present residue, … Continue reading Don’t Text When You’re Drunk

No room for self doubt

I had a thought; in between the madness of work over the last few weeks. It was like a scolding fork prodding my left bum cheek. The thought was simply; why? Yes, yes..i’ve had it before. Many a time if fact, when talking about my ex. But this time it miraculously resonated with the answer. … Continue reading No room for self doubt

Blasé about dirty windows

I hit a learning curve today. What happens when you roll out of church at 1.30ish on an extremely sunny Sunday and realise you’ve not made plans to see anyone that day? Panic? Another thing to add to the list of things i miss now that i'm not in a relationship. To be honest, i'd … Continue reading Blasé about dirty windows

Bouts of Bravery

I call him CM. Meeting him is the result of a mixture of a challenge with work friends and curiosity. I can imagine HA lifting her eyes to heaven. ‘A dating website? What have I told you?’ Obviously, I’m not put off by other people’s bad experiences. Although, i've heard both good and bad online … Continue reading Bouts of Bravery