Daddy’s Girl

Daddy and I

One thing that used to drive me mad
was my mum saying “You’re just like your dad.”
It was the thing I hated most in all the world;
I definitely wasn’t Daddy’s girl.

As I grew older I started to roam,
glad to get away from the family home.
I wanted to see the world
and I didn’t want to be my daddy’s girl.

But times change and so did my mind,
I’m glad to leave my hatred far behind.
Now I’m proud to tell the world,
“Yes, I am my daddy’s girl!”

Love is like…

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Love is like iron.
Love is like the jaws of a shark; full of bite.
Love is like willow trees in the rain, bending their tears into the water.
Love is like coffee too hot to drink, it burns your mouth with its heat.
Love is like a mirror you look into and all you see reflected back is more love.
Love is like a duvet; warm, comforting, smothering.
Love is like that itch between your shoulder blades that you just can’t reach.
Love is like a symphony played slightly out of tune.
Love is like that jingle on the radio that you end up singing all day until it drives you crazy.
Love is just love.

Magnetic Poetry

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Thanks to the influence of OctPoWriMo and the wonderful Morgan Dragonwillow, I was inspired to have another go at my magnetic poetry set and here is the result.

make believe woman is a monster/almost sweet on the hot hard morning/rain goddess bring me your night.

At last! A ROW80 Check-In!

Well its been a while since I’ve done one of these.  I did do a poem for Morgan’s poetry thing in October every day until the 28th of October and then my inspiration died or my muse took a break or something like that.

I didn’t sign up for NaNoWriMo as I just wanted to finish the novel I was working on already and decided in the end that starting a new one would just distract me too much!

But progress on Emily Swann (my WIP) has continued in fits and starts.  Last week I did about 700 words on three separate days and then took three days off.  Yesterday I did almost one thousand words and today I did about 500 so its not going badly.

The really good news is I’m getting very close to the end!  Ooh, almost finished.  Its both scary and exciting to finish a novel.  Scary because you then have to let people start reading it with all the risks that entails; and exciting because you never know what’s going to happen.  The dream, of course, is that it gets picked up by an agent who loves it who then persuades some publisher to take it and it goes on to become a best seller.  Its happened to other authors so I, being the eternal optimist, believe its capable of happening to me.

But the trouble with me is I dream so big that if the book doesn’t live up to my expectations and everyone doesn’t adore it or it just gets the usual stream of rejections then I’m gutted!  I know I need to develop a thicker skin and that’s something I’m working on (with difficulty!)

Hope everyone else who’s writing is doing well too!

A Poem inspired by the prompt ‘I see’.

I see on my desk a glass of water almost full.

I see on my desk a cup full of pencils and pens.

I see on my desk a laptop.

I see on my desk a pair of reading glasses with brown plastic frames.

I see on my desk a roll of sellotape.

I see on my desk a little tub of lip gloss with a black lid.

I see on my desk a copy of ‘Little Sister’ by Raymond Chandler.

I see on my desk a pack of Power Animal Oracle Cards.

I see on my desk a birthday card from my husband.

I see on my desk fragments of my world.

A Poem called “I forgive you.”

A poem on today’s prompt which was forgiveness.

I forgive you like a liar,

I forgive you like a friend,

I forgive you like a believer,

I forgive you like a lover,

I forgive you like a queen,

I forgive you like a wanderer,

I forgive you like a magician,

I forgive you like a blacksmith,

I forgive you like a whore,

I forgive you like a warrior,

I forgive you like a child,

I forgive you;

Because forgiveness is all there is.

A Poem entitled “Early Morning Hour”.

Actually used a prompt today.  I don’t like using prompts most of the time because I’m too rebellious and when people say “write a poem about this, that or the other” I end up thinking “no, I don’t want to!”

But today’s prompt was to open a book at random and pick out three words and then use them to create a poem.  There was more but being me I elected to ignore the rest!  The book I choose was “To The Lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf and the phrase I picked out was “early morning hour”.

Title – Early Morning Hour

Cold blue light seeps into the world

In this early morning hour.

Nothing sings but the birds;

People lie cradled in their beds,

The day lies before us like a clean slate.

Wake now for the day has come,

And this could be the day

You leap into being.