Monday, 23 November 2015
Thursday, 7 March 2013
expectant and curious.
Your eyes darted from my lips to my nose, eye-brows,
followed a curve to the side and down my hair.
I realised that I am as much a mystery to you
as you are to me.
All that empty space where I thought the love should be
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Getting married and having a baby and moving house all in the space of a year has taken over my life, in a good way.
It's nice to have so many things over with in one go.
We can settle now and actually get on with living, growing, for a change.
I do feel I have lost something in gaining so much.
I think I lost it a while ago.
I've done several of these 'I'm going to get back into it' blog posts and then you haven't heard from me again for a long while. So I'm not sure if I should decide this time to be all determined and make rules for myself or be all casual and whsitle while sneaking past it in the hopes of tricking myself into writing again.
The latter seems to have been the method so far with little result..... so rules it is.
100 words a day.
Start small, plant seeds, grow trees.
Friday, 30 March 2012
a) How much I miss blogging.
b) How it keeps a record of things you had long forgotten.
c) How it changed the way I viewed the world around me.
I used to pay so much more attention to the things that were going on around me.
I don't anymore. I drag my heels through existance, lifting my head every now and then to acknowledge a passer by and then carry on staring at the floor as I shuffle along.
I'm at a point in my personal life where everything I ever wanted is coming true. We are married and I'm just over 6 months pregnant. I have never been this happy at home.
Work, on the other hand, is still a struggle. I still don't feel like I'm doing what I should be doing. I'm taking every opportunity I can to further myself and it still seems to be getting me nowhere. This job ends on the 30th June. My maternity kicks in before then which is wonderful. At least I can have 6 months free of worrying about finding work. I have no idea what I'm going to do come January. I never imagined as a teen, that after getting an education, that finding solid enjoyable work would be so hard. I feel like I've done so much for so little. I nearly killed myself trying to finish my PGCE when Dad was so ill, trying to hold down a job in Sainsbury's and teach. I've been hourly paid since then, scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get as much experience as I can. I feel like, two years later, I'm no closer to getting a perminant job than I was fresh out of Uni.
I'm contemplating a change. This seems to be a time of change. Why not go the whole hog.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Today I licked the lid for the first time - purely on impulse. It was Cherry and fat free and oh so nice.
I've been very stressed about a presentation I have to give on wednesday about Celtic Myths and in that moment of cherry heaven I forgot about it.
Today I also planted a cherry tree in a pot and put it in a sunny sheltered place, I drank ooooodles of luchee juice and watched Heroes.
Today was a good day.
Why can't I have days like these anymore...... ?
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
I decided to clean out the cupboard today
the one with the broken handle you never fixed.
The one you threw everything into - never to be seen again.
I grappled with the
spaghetti of indiscriminate wires,
pulled the useful from the now archaic.
I delved into the masses of papers that stuffed a corner
grabbing handfuls and rudely slapping them on the floor
and I saw you
staring up at me from childish eyes.
You looked elated
full of life.
I stuffed everything back in its rightful place
you live here now – in my pocket
until further notice.
Monday, 3 October 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
After TS Eliot
‘I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men’
They lean, quietly puffing,
on walls and fences
sporting pac-a-macs and flat caps.
I've seen the smoke that rises,
skims along the street on the light breeze.
It chokes and burns the throat
of the young girl at the bus stop
but the opaque clouds
of dirty lemon
hang and glide through the air
and congregate outside the church
in an Amberleaf- Drum protest march
all the way down to the circle.
The girl splutters as it passes
and the haze disperses,
and a wisp of angels
rises into the ether.
I can solve all your problems
with a simple remedy of my own making.
Just sip this Nepenthe three times a day with meals
and over time the square patches left behind
by pictures will be covered by dark
oppressive modern wallpaper.
The pink towels stacked neatly in the cupboard
will turn a Bachelor shade of grey.
The ornamental vase that holds the gas key
and the radiator bleeding key
will better serve some charity shop.
The faint sweet smell in the air
and you'll wake up one day
in the centre of your own bed.
When I woke up this morning, you were almost here.
I stretched and my hand
reached over to you
and lay in the cold hollow in the pillow.
I could smell you on the sheets,
catch you moving in the air,
rising from the radiators
on convection currents.
In the kitchen, you'd left the light on.
The kettle, still throwing tiny spirals of steam,
sat innocently on the sideboard
waiting for closure.