This is something I have put together using a photo I took in Whitby a few years back and then doing a bit of doodling using part of a poem I wrote (The Sea). I was quite pleased so have put it up on my wall and now a friend has asked if she can have one to : )
This is me sitting on a wall
Who will catch me if I fall?
I’ll break my leg and break my back
But all you’ll do
Is sit and laugh
That little splash of red
In a fluffy blanket of white
Brings color to the naked bushes
It chooses to shelter from winters harsh winds
Leaving its small claw prints
Behind it as it hops about
Flicking up flakes of snow
With his beak looking for seeds
Tiny Robin red breast brightens up the dullest day.
Below are the links to my e-books on Amazon : ) they are only 75p each so download your copy now and make one little lady very happy : D. If you have already got my book please rate and tell me what you think on the amazon page.
I am still here.
I linger in the doorway,
I must be fading fast.
Maybe if I blink they will know I am here.
He is looking straight through me
Is that you?
The wild flower sways,
Bending in the breeze,
Curling it’s stalk to kiss the grass,
Splaying it’s petals attractively
The wild flower sits,
Where a rare human eye might glance
But not understand it’s simple beauty,
Being at one with the bees and the butterfly’s
The wild flower blooms,
Amongst the wispy grasses of spring,
Shining all through the summer,
The proof of natures craft.
The locked door, a flimsy barier
Keeping their secrets safe within
Not knowing I am still here,
Watching through the keyhole
I see her sitting silently,
Curled up in a comfy chair,
A book in her hand,
Lost in a world better than her own
He comes in, ready for a fight,
Stumbling into the room,
Falling over his own big feet,
Knocking the book out of her hand
The sound of his hand hitting her face revolts me
She offers no protection but he doesn’t care
He knows she won’t try and stop him anymore
Then there is a chilling silence.
I stand up smiling, ringing the door bell
There is help almost here
She knew but he didn’t, that I,
Was standing here watching through the keyhole.
Opening the cover of a new book,
The smell wafting up your nose,
You breathe in the dusty newness.
Black ink leaking from the pages,
The words flowing into your eyes
And they touch your soul,
Broadening your horizons,
Changing your belief systems,
Now you know how amazing the world really is.