Emilia’s Hands

These hands hold a history. Though they remain soft to touch, they have hardened. These hands which held others in communal assurance. These hands which raised food to my mouth. These hands which found yours and followed on from your wrist to love every inch of you. These hands which gestured to support discussions with … Continue reading Emilia’s Hands

Malus- A Monologue

"Malus. Malus (/ˈmeɪləs/ or /ˈmæləs/) is a genus of about 30–55 species of small deciduous trees or shrubs in the family Rosaceae, including the domesticated orchard apple." - Trusty Wikipedia. This monologue links to the poem I wrote "Malus- A Poem" on the Norse Goddess of Youth, Idun. In Norse mythology apples are a symbol of youth.  I don’t care … Continue reading Malus- A Monologue

Malus – A poem

"Malus. Malus (/ˈmeɪləs/ or /ˈmæləs/) is a genus of about 30–55 species of small deciduous trees or shrubs in the family Rosaceae, including the domesticated orchard apple."  I came across a Norse Myth about the Goddess Idun who sits with her apples of youth, so I wrote a little poem.  Idun find mercy for us, Under your cascades of sunshine … Continue reading Malus – A poem

A Brain like Balloons

A monologue about the wonderful creature that is the Scatterbrain. Set in an Alcoholics Anonymous style meeting in the town hall. ELIZABETH Hi everyone! My name’s Liz and I’m a Scatterbrain. I heard about these meetings from an old friend and I wanted to give it a go. My experience- well, for me my brain … Continue reading A Brain like Balloons

Walks By the River

A poem for the wonderful women that was my Granny Joyce. Crisp steps to the river, Tinkling of the gate, Crunching frost and earth, The bridge flows one way, Carrying the family leisurely across, As the river flows the other, Tumbling playfully over rocks, Dodging branches which have grown too low, Trees testing the temperature, … Continue reading Walks By the River