Prose, poetry and pictures

Hello!

Welcome to my new blog.

Sometimes I think that the hardest thing in the world for a writer to do is actually write words out of the blue for no particular reason other than – well, it’s fun and it’s What We Do.

I have been a writer, journalist, editor, photographer and horse lover for many years, and I also have an interest in all things spiritual, and in nature, which is perhaps my greatest source of inspiration.

My world is a universe of prose, poetry and pictures – I hope you enjoy it…

Sliver

The sliver of ice

It was so very nice

It dwelt in my heart for years

I knew when it left

I would be bereft

I knew it would lead to tears

Then you came along

With your sweet sexy song

You cut out the ice

With your very own knife

Love flooded in

Where the coldness had been

And my body gave way to fire

But now I was razed

On the flames of desire

Left bleeding alone and crazed

What can I do but lick my wounds

Read the cards and cast the runes

And pray that the ice

Will take its place

Cover the bleeding

Without a trace

And dwell in my heart once more