Day 8 – Magic

She kissed his lips and took his life

And gave him a new one full of ice

His fingers blue as he played with his gift

Hoarfrost alive building on his finger tips

Snow blew around in a blizzard of his

Drawn to the woman who granted him this


He looked into her eyes searching for answers

Should he be scared of this new power


Someone was coming, it was not safe

Quickly she took him in her embrace

Down into the water their bodies crushed

Safely hidden from the intruders eyes

Her kiss feeding him oxygen, keeping him alive

And what was this, upon her neck

The little slits looked like gills

Her pupils stretched like a reptiles


Day 8’s challenge

For Day 8 the challenge was to “write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange.”

I loved this challenge and had so many ideas, I couldn’t focus. I thought about a statute coming to life, that is the perfect manly figure, capturing the hearts of women but he can’t be touch or you’ll turn to stone and he has a graveyard of statues of women that hadn’t been able to resist him.  I will save that story idea for another day…

Drift - cover

Instead, I wrote the poem based on one of my favorite scenes from my novel Drift (querying as Jewel of the sea).  The whole novel is on Wattpad for feedback and the chapters this poem relates to are titled 26. Don’t Tell and 27.  Revelation.

The version I’m sending for query has been edited a lot and has different chapter names but I still value any feedback you can give me.  The novel is marked private so only followers can view (to prevent pirate/mirror sites).

If you don’t have Wattpad, you’ll be pleased to know that I have posted the two chapters to my blog. Click here to read.


Day 5 – Photograph

Life is better with friends

Capture the moments through the lens

Disposable, instant, digital camera

Store the prints for another era

Photo albums always filled

Shoe boxes that over spilled

Now we upload to social media

Digital albums from a digital camera

Selfies snapped with a smart phone

Nights out and back at home

Over the years our pictures changed

From real life to touch ups and filters

The memories are always great

When they’re full of fun with your mates

Day 5’s challenge

For Day 5, the prompt was to write a poem about a photo in one language and then in another… I didn’t quite get it because I struggle with foreign languages.   I decided to use Canva to find a random image and write a poem about that instead.

Whilst looking for a picture of a camera/photo for my blog title image, I came across this picture and decided to write my poem today about this.

About my BFFs

I am really blessed with my best friends.  We have known each other since we were three years old.  Yes, we have had fall outs over the years but they never last long and we always come back together.   We have been there for each other through the hard times and to celebrate the best times.

Being 80s girls, we had shoeboxes of photos, hand written letters and ticket stubs or event flyers.  You couldn’t check the image until it was printed – there are some awful pictures of us out there.  Today, you can retake a picture, delete it or even edit it with a filter or Photoshop.  Sadly, I don’t think as many pictures get printed even though they look better.  Instead there are too many photos taken and they get lost in the mass.

As teens we spent all out summers together but now we don’t get to see each other as much as we would like as our lives are full with work and family.  When we are together, we tend to take pictures of our babies (kids or pets).  But, when we do get to meet up it’s like time has stood still and we just pick up where we left off.  They really are my chosen sisters: Aimee, Jo, Laura and Maile – alphabetically because we don’t do favourites.

The last picture I can find of us altogether is from my best friend Aimee’s baby shower (I’m pregnant too in the picture) taken over 4 years ago!

Day 4 – Content

Pintrest - Poem April 4

Trusty old comfy well worn shoes

Full of comfort and often used

Never rubs, tears or bruises

First choice for everyday uses

No nasty surprises, safe and warm

Dependable old comfy shoes worn


Day 4’s challenge

For Day 4 the challenge was to use concrete nouns to describe an abstract theme like an emotion, i.e. sadness.

When I was struggling with chronic stress I wrote a lot of abstract poems to express the darkness I was battling without feeling too revealing. I already felt vulnerable enough without exposing myself. I’ve also used it for erotica but I am shy about how others might judge me for anything filthy. I thought about using it to express a strong emotion but I’m just happy, so I wrote about being content.