My heart is all a flutter

My breath just comes in gasps

Is it really true?

Or are they having a laugh

I’ve double-checked my email

And even printed out

The message from a PUBLISHER

I know it’s rude to shout

But I’m so excited

That they want to chat

I’m running round the house

Yelling like a prat

I really must stay calm

And wait quietly for the call

What if they want to tell me

It’s rubbish after all!

Perhaps I’ll do some cleaning

Dust and polish too

I really hate the waiting

It’s like an interview

I must pull myself together

Hold tightly to my heart

Oh how I hope they call me

Before I fall apart.




I am stuck

Locked in the past

A time of laughter and joy

So many happy memories

Childhood spent without a care

I wish I’d known

I wish I’d savoured every moment

It’s going now, fading, blurry at the edges

Like my memories

I’m scared

Scared that one day I won’t remember

I won’t smile, laugh or shed a tear

When looking back

At what once was…..





What is this thing called tele-o-vision?

That harbours images of rapists and murderers

Alongside dancers and bakers

That keeps us silent through its mindless hypnotism

Portraying death and destruction,

Amongst humans and animals

Family rifts and mounting debts

Teen mums, alcoholics and the unemployed

All come uninvited into our homes

We pause, we rewind, we delete

That’s no recipe for life

Turn off the image and turn on reality

Life is here life is now

Life is fleeting.Te