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My first attempt at a Villanelle…

Hello there you and hope your day is good to you..

This was my first attempt at trying a Villanelle. This was a prompt set by themumpoempress (a lovely poetry writing club for mums that I’m part of)

Now, it was a challenging form to do that’s for sure, but also fun. Great way to keep you foccussed on technique, rhyme and structure. I had a headache after that little creative burst from all that focussing!!

Of course, I based it on this awful past 18 months of (dare I say it?) Covid (I said it)

Please let me know your thoughts – and do you enjoy playing about with different forms?

Have a great day and keep writing ❤

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Another poem that was written during lockdown. Yes, I’m sharing another :)

Hello you!

During the second national lockdown in England last summer, we went for a walk along the Albert Docks in Liverpool. This place is usually a bustling place to eat with lots of fabulous restaurants. I also love to admire those historical buildings, especially looking at the Liver Birds on the Liver buildings.

During this walk, I felt a sadness and wrote a poem after; as it was so strange walking through a place in complete lockdown and watching others passing the time along empty streets with a very eerie feeling.

The bustle is back again, people are enjoying those meals while overlooking those fabulous buildings. Lets hope it stays that way!




Thank you for reading my post and hope ‘you’ have a beautiful day and be kind to yourself ❤

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Poem: A new way of life

Hello you!

The following poem was the first poem I ever wrote, just after the first lockdown in England last year. I started writing to make sense of such a daunting situation. It was also the start of my beautiful journey with poetry and writing, which is very cathartic.

Most restrictions have been lifted today (19/07/21) in England and everyone is feeling mixed as cases still continue to rise. How are you feeling about it all at the moment? Its so normal if you’re feeling a mixture of emotions.



Thank you for reading, and hope you have a lovely day (sun is shining here in England 😎)

Continue doing what ‘you’ enjoy!

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acceptance growth poetry

Poem: Nineteen – that tricky age!

Nineteen – that tricky age

It was a tricky old age
No belief in myself
It was an awkward stage
Still finding the self

It was an age full of doubt
at what path to take
It was the age I was hurt –
Oh I experienced heartbreak

I was a sensitive girl
through those teenage years, 
Nineteen; was an age
That were full of fresh fears

It was a tricky old age
No belief in myself
Now the years have gone by
I’d say ‘dont be so hard on yourself”


This poem was written in response to a writing prompt ‘nineteen’ from the mum poem press writing club.

It was a lovely prompt to work with and I ended up doing a rhyme! I reflected back on those teenage years: It brought back lots of memories. It really is a challenging time being a teenager. It was also a time I experienced my first heartbreak (goodness me I was so upset at the time). It was a time of insecurities, low self-esteem, sensitivity and being extremely hard on myself – I’m sure you can relate?

I’ve certainly grown so much as a person since then ( life is a constant journey of growth). I turned 40 last year and as the saying goes ‘life begins at 40’…

I’m certainly at a stage now where life experience has made me learn, grow and to stop trying to please everyone and saying ‘no’ more (without feeling guilty). Being more confident with who you are as a person and self love/acceptance is so important for growth! But growth is a constant journey. Being mindful/self aware helps. Writing is also a huge part of that growth for me.

What was being 19 like for you?And have you changed/grown since then?

Have a lovely day and thank you for reading my post 💖


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Poetry as comfort: Seamus Heaney and that wonderful poem Blackberry-Picking!

I have to admit, poetry wasn’t an art I was into until this pandemic hit. I remember studying it for my exams in secondary school but that was it. I just didn’t get it.

Well. Talk about what I was missing. Maybe its getting older, life experience, recent sadness in our world, heightened emotions: but It really has been a means of comfort to me throughout this past year. Have you found comfort through this art?

Learning all about the art, writing my own poetry and reading from many great poets; transports me right back to familiar, relatable places while bursting with imagery and power.

Seamus Heaney’s Blackberry-Picking

Oh what poet doesn’t like Seamus Heaney? When I first started writing and reading poetry over a year ago I started reading an anthology with a collection of his greatest poems ( I remember studying a few at school).

He was such a beautiful and talented poet; and could really hit the five senses in such a powerful way.


Blackberry-Picking:

Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney

Being from the country in Ireland this poem just transports me back to that place of innocence during my childhood – where you would run through those fields picking those juicy blackberries from those bushes. Even his description down to the pea cans and jam pots. Children just loved to run wild with anything they could find, in order to collect those blackberries. Living near my grandparents farm and even his description of the bath in the byre (you country folk will know this well)

Finding comfort through poetry

This past year has been difficult for you and I. We’re living through something we could never have imagined. Connecting through poetry if its writing or reading some of the greats, has really opened my eyes and tapped into the emotions in such a powerful way when you let yourself ‘feel’ and get lost in those words.

Some of the greatest poems have been written through the hardest of times. Does this tell us that poetry isn’t dead, but is very much alive?

I’m so thankful I connected with poetry throughout this pandemic and as a therapeutic outlet. I know it will be part of my life now going forward.

What poem/poet do you like that takes you down memory lane in the country?

Thank you for reading my post and have a beautiful day, reading some wonderful poetry!

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Atlantic Coast Ireland and Those Sunset Walks…

Hello you!

I wrote the following mindful/reflective poem using the writing prompt ‘tranquil paradise’! It was such a lovely prompt to work with: as it transported me right back to when my hubbie and I were on hols in my homeplace in Ireland with our girls. We would do nightly sunset walks along the beach – when our girls were tucked up in bed back in nana and grandads. The beach was a stone throw away and it was such a lovely evening ritual. I grew up in this place and now realise how much I took it for granted.

With lockdown we haven’t been back home since last summer. But we’ll be back again within the next few months (all going well 😉)


Poem

Sunset walks

Atlantic Coast of Ireland and
Those daily sunset walks –
Shimmers on the salty sea
Gold glistens as we talk
A Gentle breeze grazing my cheeks,
Sounds of swishing waves
Tranquil paradise: I dip my
Toes and splash away.
Feathers float in setting skies
Horizon mixed with glows
On a shore where I grew up
Such beauty as it shows
Surfers surf in paradise like
Dolphins play with waves
Serene sunset, Atlantic Coast
Sunset walks, those summer days


Have a lovely day and keep writing – it really is good for the soul 🙏💫!



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Two Covid related poems – rhyme & free verse…

I do enjoy learning about poetry – all about different styles, metaphors, alliteration and playing about with words – when you get the time to do so, that is! The following poems are rhyming couplets (first poem) and free verse (second poem).

I wrote these poems last year when ‘R numbers’ were part of daily stats and a term frequently used (still is as you know), and christmas bubbles/household mixing was discussed as the cases were creeping up, after yet another lockdown was being lifted prior to christmas.


Covids Strain

Tensions are building as Covid prevails
Wind slowly taken from all of our sails.
Restrictions in place life changed as is Seen,
In a world taken over by Covid-19.

Our leaders control, believing whats right
In a battle where Covid keeps winning the Fight.
The virus is here, of that we sure know
Families apart – we wait for that glow.

Infections keep growing, R rate on the rise
Tougher restrictions from medium to Highs.
Economy bleeds, lockdown now a fact,
Care staff overwhelmed to save many Lives.

Family and friends stay safe for each other
We wait for that time to see one another,
Be kind and stay safe as we cope with this Rain
In a world where ‘hope’ will ease Covids Strain.


Christmas Bubbles

A Covid Christmas beckons,
household Christmas Bubbles arranged.
I think, how daunting, outlandish
this situation is –

mixed messages thrown around,
pass the parcel as
Government dictates our festive period,
a solution mix of three bubbles.

A joyous festive time tarnished by
a silent venomous predator –
sweeping through global darkness,
yet sparks of light and hope arise
as a vaccine is born.

Mankind, they battle a respiratory war,
frontline staff gasping for air,
putting up a fight –
calamitous to humanity.

Christmas Bubbles, will this cause further
cloud filled lockdowns, overwhelming
phenomenal, depleted health staff?
Inevitable.

Covid-19 prevails.
Christmas Bubbles like never before,
Twenty twenty –
I’ll be glad to close your opaque door.
I’ll be glad for the vaccine to soar.


Stay safe, keep writing and keep smiling! Hope is there and the light is waiting. Normality will return. You’ve got this ❤


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