Tag Archives: #poetryblog

Frankenstein’s Purr

From the second I saw them

Your blue eyes stole my heart

And you purred

From the day you came home

Cat wars that lasted a decade ensued

And you purred

You would fight with your shadow if it had paws

Advancing age and a lack of teeth didn’t matter

And you purred

The last of “the old guard”

Still looking like two cats stitched together

And you purred

A tiny cat with a huge heart

Always a midnight “song” for all to hear

And you purred

Too weak to stand

The rainbow bridge beckoned

And you purred

I miss that purr.

Frankenstein    Feb 2010- 14 October 2025

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)

Horizontal (poem)

Gridlines set

Yellow indicator line there

Sunrise approaches

Yellow indicator lined up

Sunrise colours captured

Photos still not horizontal!

Focusing the mind’s eye

On the curvature of the horizon….

Grown (poem)

Tiny fingers and tiny toes

It doesn’t seem so long ago….

Now I look at you and smile

Proud of how you’ve grown

But in my heart, you still have

Those tiny fingers and tiny toes

(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

Blue Beach Time (poem)

A sea of blue

Blue chairs

Blue umbrellas

Blue skies

Blue ocean

Blue aura

A sea of calm

Independence Day (acrostic poem)

Invitation to all to invade the beach

Not a square inch to spare

Decisions… Decisions about where to stop

Eventually settling on a sandy sunny spot

Preparations are key

Everything is set up just so

No tents allowed…sorry Mr Lifeguard

Duly noted, sir

Equilibrium restored

Now to soak up some sun

Charging my batteries

Emotionally restored

Daring to hope for a better life

Anxious about what my future holds

You have this under control, girl.

Fortune Telling

Recently I have been taking part in one of Beth Kempton’s #tinypoem challenges. I love these as they keep the creative juices flowing. You get a one-word prompt for the day and 10 minutes with no editing to come up with a poem. Simple, right?

A recent word prompt stirred nostalgic childhood memories. The word was FOLDED.

Immediately a picture formed in my mind’s eye.

Who else remembers making “fortune tellers” from a folded square of paper when they were a child?

Who can still remember how to make one?

Back then we didn’t need tarot cards or astrology charts to predict our future. All we needed was a piece of paper and our imagination.

Those were the days….

Folded

A square of paper

Folded on the diagonal twice

Opened out

Corners folded into the centre

1, 2, 3 and 4

Flip it over and repeat.

How many of these have I made?

What fortunes did they foretell?

Pythagoras – an acrostic poem for our beautiful boy

Petite white paws with pink beans

You stole my baby boy’s heart a long time ago

Taking up too much space in his bed at night

Hunter extraordinaire in your day

Agile and strong

Ginger fur softening as the years flew by

Over the roof and in through the window you’d go

Reluctantly accepting my love in time

A big softie underneath it all

Sleep easy, beautiful boy

March 2009 – 14 March 2005

To Sign Or Not To Sign (poetic dilemma)

Dilemma

How to sign?

Signing autographs feels alien

Full name?

First initial and second name?

Signing autographs feels alien

First name and a kiss?

Decision made.

A short poem inspired by the real life dilemma I faced ahead of my recent book signing in aid of Ardgowan Hospice.

Haiku

I remember vividly being introduced to Haiku in my English class in high school. We were in the midst of a project to write our autobiographies (how much does a 12-year-old have to put in an autobiography? – I still have it by the way) and the teacher, Mr Coton, taught us how to write Japanese Haiku poetry. The strict structure of the poem fascinated me.

For those who are going “what’s a Haiku?”, it’s a short poem that captures the moment, invariably linked to nature, in three lines split in a 5-7-5 syllable pattern.

To me they are often wistful little moments of magic captured in those few syllables. Like the flash fiction I share occasionally on here, I like the challenge of capturing the moment in so few words/syllables. Writing exercises like that hone the skills (at least that’s the theory).

Between Christmas and New Year, I took part in an online Winter Writing Sanctuary hosted by the wonderful Beth Kempton. As part of one of the daily assignments, I wrote some Haiku and I thought I’d share them with you.

Stars sparkle and shine

Blue hour passed and night descended

Make a wish and smile

Frosty winter moon

Moon goddess smiles down on me

Waxing and waning

Mama bear asleep

Hibernation beckons her

The alarm rings shrill

Jack rabbit alert

Tail twitches among the sand dunes

With one bound he’s gone

Warm sand under foot

Solace wraps up round my ankle

Soul at peace at last

Soulmate love runs deep

Unspoken declaration

Longing to be held

Image source via Google – credits to the owner