Shelley

A violent summer storm'twas said took him washed ashore, unrecognisedsave by a copy of KeatsO poet, your passion your rebellion I applaud'Mad' may you have been But you're one of my godsThe first to truly inspireto whisper straight to my soulyour words came to lifethe moment I held them close And though I may wanderI…

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PRIVILEGE

Dear reader, I was at a restaurant the other day when the evening skies took a turn after the heavy rain and burst into bright, fantastic colours, enveloping the town in beautiful, atmospheric blue mists that made it seem as though we were floating. It was spectacular!The people in the restaurant naturally began taking pictures…

The Calling

I must confess something today, dear reader – for the longest time since my book was published, I felt nothing. Strange, for someone who’d been versifying since the age of seven and working all her life towards that day, to feel nothing, isn’t it? I thought it must be the nerves, or the initial shock,…