If you live in the UK or are a lover of poetry, you will be very familiar with the name Robert Burns. Born on 25th January 1759 in the village of Alloway, Scotland, Burns is now regarded as the national poet of Scotland and a pioneer of the Romantic Movement within literature. Throughout his upbringing … Continue reading Happy Birthday Robert Burns – Burns Night
It has been 200 years since the birth of one of the world's most famous literary sisters, Anne Brontë . . .
I fear there's no escape, from an inconsequencial fate, From the tears held back, from the hands that suffocate. I'm frustrated, that year after year, Has led me nowhere, And my dreams are left somewhere that I can't remember. I wait. I wait, And I see no change, Any view of a future, so far … Continue reading Something.
Every day on my way to work, I pass eleven charity shops, all selling random books for less than £3. Then, there is a giant Waterstones, conveniently next door to where I work. This results in a lot of unnecessary spending, which I really can't afford, all on books which I won't get to reading … Continue reading October Book Haul
It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The view of the chateau at … Continue reading Step Outside
You broke my heart, Now it's in your hands to put it back together, We can try to start, Again. I don't want to fall apart, Before this even begins and then I'm left, Alone in the dark, Again.
Here's some strange little limericks . . . because today sucked. One of our paths is time and it winds as far as the eye can see, With no end in sight, but we walk forward steadily, We know that one day, The path will fade away, But our journey will continue, in a loved … Continue reading Walking Through Life
I want to . . . Lie under the stars with you and get lost in the night sky, Make music together, creating one song with our unique sounds, Read to you - experience the same story with our own imaginations, Walk up mountains hand in hand, whilst leaving individual footprints in the ground.
The wind has roared for days, The rain has endlessly fallen, The night sky coated with ash, As the stars have been in hiding, But tonight the wind has stopped, And the sky has cleared for the stars, For the tenth year since you left, They smile upon me, You alone are the only … Continue reading The One I Love
Describe the days of the week as if they were people Monday has good intent, but zero motivation, Tuesday is always anxious with disappointment and frustration, Wednesday "the hump day", just isn't as fun as it sounds, Thursday is just waiting for Friday to come around, Friday comes and brings the beers, it's going to … Continue reading Writing Prompt #14