Hey there! Here’s a little poem I wrote about the uncanny nature of the familiar woods after dark, when the fire goes out and all that’s left is the sound of water dripping from the trees… And something else… But you’re not sure what. If you have any feedback, please leave it in the comments … More Deserted Campsite After Dark: A Poem
Where does the wind blow? Over the coals, And the ashes, And the dying flames; The wind is from the East, And she will continue to the End.
Hi there! Very short poem this evening/morning? which I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave feedback below! I lie as an ember On the edge of a page, awaiting a breath To burst into flame – I shall burn bright; or, I shall be nothing more than smoke.
Hi there! I got my results today and I made my university offer which I’m very happy about 🙂 I couldn’t think of writing a poem about it that didn’t sound cheesy, so here’s one on a completely unrelated topic which I hope you enjoy. The past is a vastly different place, One to which … More Bonfire: A Poem
Hi there! Here’s a little poem I wrote this evening. I had great fun coming up with all the fire imagery, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Flames, Licking up these broken walls, eroded Chains, bricks crumbling to the sandy floor, and ash, Ash-feathers floating, suffocating the still … More Ashes: A Poem
Hi there! I’m back from Scotland and therefore back to posting daily. I had an amazing time, which will hopefully fuel some good ideas and creativity. This poem was inspired a) by the fact I was challenged to include the line “an unkindness of ravens” by a friend, and b) by a picture I saw … More Fire Stone: A Poem
A Teacup Full of Stories 