The Girl and the Goose Cavalcade From the nursery she flows, outgrown, her limbs stretching, outdoors onto the stubby land and she’s a leader now. See the girl and the goose cavalcade. She is quiet in her quest, cloaked in silence, except for the pad of feet, the sigh of the breeze through the scrubContinue reading “The Girl and The Goose Cavalcade”
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Earthquake
‘What the…,’ I shouted over the thunderous vibrations, watching the cat’s tail disappear into the shed, my neighbour flying out his door, pulling at his dressing gown belt, a girl behind him, peeping over the threshold in a flash of bare white. I soon find out we’d experienced an earthquake. Forth FM reported it, tellingContinue reading “Earthquake”
You Cradled Me
You cradled me, soothed me, fed me, clothed me, protected me, taught me, led me, showed me, love, wisdom, strength. From infant to toddler, toddler to school, you assisted, buoyed, listened, heard me, raised me. I grew into adulthood hearing questions, always questions, you asked many questions, to learn you once said, smile you said,Continue reading “You Cradled Me”
Seize The Breeze
This is the dawning of days filled with flowers. Flowers and leaf laden trees, pollen filled, attracting the bees. This is the release of summer, the emergence of sunshine, the showers, the growth, the birds, starlings swirling in the air, making their arrival known. The swans have mated, the signets looking upon the big wideContinue reading “Seize The Breeze”
Screenplay
Fade In: Int. BEDROOM – NIGHT Fairy lights decorate the bedstead with the rose pillows and bedspread bringing a dreamy glow to the room. CINDY REILLY This is the perfect setting for the scene I play in my mind. CINDY REiLLY TOO What about the sand, sun, and the sea? The waves shushing all yourContinue reading “Screenplay”
Cuckoo
Who am I? I never used to think twice about this. I always thought I knew who I was. A middle child, the odd one, the wayward one, the secretive, guilty one, the crazy as a cuckoo one. I look back often, at the child I was, but my past is like a kaleidoscope, theContinue reading “Cuckoo”
Black Sheep Farm
The land is superior. Beautiful variations on green. Sage, forest, lime. Only there is a flaw. A fault line perhaps. There’s a deep cut in the land, which has become my obsession. A new path discovered. A fresh trail. A pristine sight, the first crocus, the first daffodil, the first lamb, the first day whenContinue reading “Black Sheep Farm”
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16th April 2020
I aimed the shower head at the glass and sprayed away the swirls of Cif, before grabbing the squeegee and trying to show off, only to myself, my most avid audience, by performing a little wrist action. The rubber wand wound across and down the sparkling walls of the shower. It was the 16th AprilContinue reading “16th April 2020”
Historical
In life, experience has taught me many things. What I’ve learnt is that some days are hard nuts to crack, some smooth chocolate fountains. Some days beam bright rays of hope, some drench despair. Some days bring joy, some gloom, some are hallowed, each day follows, a system. Some days are productive, some hollow, cavesContinue reading “Historical”