I haven't been writing much for a while, so I decided to write a haiku a day for at least the next month. Here are my daily haikus, starting from the 12th October.
Soft, gentle pink dawn
Pearly candle in the sky
Morning has broken.
Fat crimson rosehips
With polished blackberries galore
Countryside gemstones.
Silver silk ribbon
Flows curling through the valley
Water; most precious.
Silken shining string
Weaves patterns unknown to man
Beads of dewdrop jewels.
Autumn leaves fall down
In a circular motion
Making forest mulch.
Pinpricks of starlight
In the night's inky darkness
Jolts of light and hope.
Saturday 17 October 2015
Monday 5 October 2015
1 Year Anniversary!
So, to all my lovely readers... It's been a while since I was on here, but it has been one year exactly since I started up this blog! It seems crazy, but it has been a year since I first thought that a blog would be a good idea. And it turns out I was dead right!! So much has happened since then, and I am very pleased to say that I have fully completed the first draft of Emma Hood. I am extremely pleased with myself, and I will release the rest of the the story very soon, so keep an eye out for that. Until then, lovely reader, I will keep feeding you up with more juicy poetry and thick slabs of stories, and I promise I shall eventually complete some more of my stories. Don't forget to check out my Wattpad pages, under the same name, and I will keep writing. Happy Anniversary! Now let's go and eat cake.
Has anyone else been watching Bake-Off, while I'm thinking cake-y thoughts?
Never mind, here's some random poems to entertain you. You deserve it.
Reflections
Who is that? In the glass?
It's not me, and yet it
Is me...
That person. They copy me.
Think the same thoughts.
Dream the same dreams.
But... we are not the same.
For the glass-person is but an
Echo
Of me.
Of my being
Of what makes me
Me.
We are the same, just different.
Red coloured pencil
Scatters scribbles on paper
Sketching out a life.
What Pencil?
Which colour pencil shall I use today?
After all, I am writing the story
Of a person. But of course
They're aren't just
Any old person.
They are special.
So what colour should I use to illustrate their story
In words?
Perhaps red; for the action, and drama, and intensity of their life
Or blue; for the softness, the calm, the serenity of the ending
Yellow; after all, that is their favourite colour
Green; the forest, a place to hide from their past
Purple; luxurious, warming and pump
Or that teal pencil which is my own favourite colouring pencil
With the notches in the nib, and the chipped paint...
I know.
Grey. HB. The normal drawing pencil.
Why?
So you, dearest reader, can imagine the colour yourself.
Then it's yours.
Your story.
For you to enjoy.
Has anyone else been watching Bake-Off, while I'm thinking cake-y thoughts?
Never mind, here's some random poems to entertain you. You deserve it.
Reflections
Who is that? In the glass?
It's not me, and yet it
Is me...
That person. They copy me.
Think the same thoughts.
Dream the same dreams.
But... we are not the same.
For the glass-person is but an
Echo
Of me.
Of my being
Of what makes me
Me.
We are the same, just different.
Red coloured pencil
Scatters scribbles on paper
Sketching out a life.
What Pencil?
Which colour pencil shall I use today?
After all, I am writing the story
Of a person. But of course
They're aren't just
Any old person.
They are special.
So what colour should I use to illustrate their story
In words?
Perhaps red; for the action, and drama, and intensity of their life
Or blue; for the softness, the calm, the serenity of the ending
Yellow; after all, that is their favourite colour
Green; the forest, a place to hide from their past
Purple; luxurious, warming and pump
Or that teal pencil which is my own favourite colouring pencil
With the notches in the nib, and the chipped paint...
I know.
Grey. HB. The normal drawing pencil.
Why?
So you, dearest reader, can imagine the colour yourself.
Then it's yours.
Your story.
For you to enjoy.
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