Back Street Girl

Running hard but getting nowhere, Breathing in rain, soaking wet but I don't mind. Soles slapping on wet ground, Nothing open and no sanctuary to find. * The brickwork rough on my fingertips, Something pulls my hair and yanks me back. Falling and screaming, hitting the ground, No-one near me; just an axe on the… Continue reading Back Street Girl


I enjoyed that … 🖌 (eeeek – did I turn the iron off??)

Your room is warm and smells of you, Details linger long after you are gone. I sometimes sit and stare at the view you had, When you lived here, the house, it shone. Ambition flowed through your veins, Alongside a good dose of questioning self. You focused and aimed, letting your arrow of hope Fly… Continue reading I enjoyed that … 🖌 (eeeek – did I turn the iron off??)

DAILY WORD PROMPT, Flash Fiction, Poetry

Torn; between loving you and escaping you. (#dailywordprompt)

A POEM IN RESPONSE TO TODAY'S WORDPRESS WORD PROMPT  Torn You call my name but I do not turn around, I keep walking and stare ahead, ignoring the sound Because we have been here before and I know the pattern. * Listening for footsteps behind me, my senses heighten, Breath shortening until I can bear… Continue reading Torn; between loving you and escaping you. (#dailywordprompt)


Christmas Days from the Past

(Poem linked to the Sunday Photo Prompt!) Christmas Again the shouting No different to an average Sunday roast. Seven additional side dishes, Parents stressed before the big host. Big bird, not sure I like the taste anyway, Why the expectation, the hassle and clothes? The school nativity was promising and fun, 25th and its plans, not… Continue reading Christmas Days from the Past