Tag Archives: #poetry

Staircase (poem)

Darkness enveloped the staircase ahead of me

Shadows stirred in its inky depths

Slowly I began to climb

Trusting that it was the path I should take

Step by step I climbed

Slowly the darkness fell behind

Grey ghostly mists swirled around

I continued to climb

Trusting that it was the path I should take

Sunlight filtered through

Dispersing the mists

Warmth and hope surrounded me

I continue to climb

Trusting that I am following the path I should take.

(image sourced via Google- credit to the owner)

Suitcase (poem)

Round and round

Where did mine go?

Majority black

Going oh so slow!

Round and round

Where did mine go?

There it is!

Bright yellow!

The Forest Trail (poem)

We each set out together

Choosing a different path through the trees.

At points our paths converged briefly

Then peeled away

Taking each of us a different route through the trees

Sunlight warmed us

The leaves provided shade

The trees themselves gave us warmth and wisdom

We each navigated our way through the forest

Hearing our own messages as we travelled

Before each arriving at the end of the trail

In our own time.

Mirroring a journey through grief and healing.

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)

Angel (acrostic poem)

A new day

New opportunities to heal

Growing stronger each day

Edging herself back out into the world

Learning to live again

Image sourced via Google- credits to the owner

Peonies (an acrostic poem)

Petals tightly furled.

Echoes of how I feel.

One by open they gradually open.

Nudging, encouraging each other.

In time, the flower is fully in bloom.

Echoes of how I hope to feel on day,

Surrounded by sunlight…. Content.

(flowers from Bloom & Wild )

New release coming 29 February 2024- Beginnings

My first collection of poems, Beginnings, will be published on 29 February 2024. This is a collection of poems that I have written over many years.  Many of them have appeared on my blog over the past ten years. Now felt like the right time to bring them all together in one small volume. (And of course, 29th February is too unique a date not to publish on – Yes, I’m weird about dates)

Beginnings is now available for pre-order worldwide for Kindle. Here’s the links

Beginnings – a collection of poems – Kindle edition by McCallum, Coral. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Beginnings – a collection of poems eBook : McCallum, Coral: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

There will be a paperback edition available in a few weeks.

Red Berries (poem)

Reminders that summer is passing

Evenings are getting darker

Days, although they don’t feel it, are getting shorter

Berries of all colours Nature’s reminders

Everything comes to an end

Reminders that summer is passing

Reminders that seasons must change

Indian summer anyone? I’ll live in hope

Ever hopeful for just a little more of summer’s warmth

Seasons come and seasons go…

The Measly Jar of Motivation – Seasons Move On (poem)

When she opened her eyes,

The seasons had moved on…

Time hadn’t stood still.

The heat was gone from the sun.

There was a chill in the air.

It was time to move on.

Time to seek freedom.

The world still weighted heavily on her.

As she walked the load lightened.

She began to breathe again,

Taking deeper and deeper breaths.

Feeling the sun on her back,

She savoured the taste of autumn.

Turning to face the October sun,

She smiled and walked on

Leaving the shadows to fall behind.

Inner Flame (poem)

Deep inside the flame burns quietly.

It flickers and dances as emotions fly by.

Some days its dim as reality takes its toll.

Some days it dances momentarily bright.

Even on the darkest of days its still there safe inside.

I nurture and treasure its warmth,

The heart of my soul at its core.

All that I am wrapped up within it.

Buried deep inside the light is me, the real me,

Tucked away safely,

Protected from reality,

Tended with love and patience,

Until the day comes when the flame can blaze brightly once more.

Page

Page

Blank…

What are you hiding,

In those empty lined depths?

New worlds waiting to be revealed.

Old worlds waiting to be revisited.

Young love ripe to for exploration

Relationships that bloom,

Then wither through time.

Goodbyes to be said.

Laughter to light up the world.

Tears silently being shed.

A myriad of possibilities beckon

As I pick up my pen.

The writer’s blank canvas awaits.