A Salty Kiss

So hey, I got published a little while back which is pretty damn cool. A local publishers (Sea Post Press) run by some students from the English department at my uni decided to put together an anthology of third year work. We were all invited to submit work and I submitted several poems but really didn’t expect anything to come out of it.

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I was so surprised when I flicked open my copy of the finished book and saw my name on the content page! They chose to publish my poem “The Bible Woman”. I wrote this poem back in late 2016 for my writing for a digital age module. It was created by searching the word “woman” in an online copy of the bible and the putting a a list poem together based off of the search results.

I see it as both being a critical look at how women are presented in the bible as well as commentary on how no matter how women act they are always demonised in one way or another. You might take something totally different away from it and that is welcomed. So here is my poem that featured in the third year anthology; A Salty Kiss. 

The Bible Woman

Thou art a virtuous woman.
strange woman
rebellious woman
wise woman
beautiful woman
cursed woman
wicked woman
barren woman
evil woman
whorish woman
foolish woman
gracious woman
fair woman
brawling woman
angry woman
contentious woman
adulterous woman
odious woman
travailing woman
delicate woman
menstruous woman
removed woman
unmarried woman
free woman
what women
certain woman
this woman
every woman
all the woman

So yeah, my first ever published poem. I’m pretty damn proud of myself. I really hope now I’m done with uni I still manage to continue writing poetry and lyrics. I’m going to try, I need to keep  my creative juices flowing.

Toodles.

 

Time To Get Moving

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Well hello there! Nice to see you again. I am now a 22 year old, third year creative writing student and I think it’s about time I got more of my writing online. I’m still going to be writing new content but I thought it would be fun to share more of the work I have created since being at uni. I would love feedback so as always feel free to comment and let me know what you think.

First I’m going to share a song I wrote with you. I wrote this for my lyric writing module last year, but the ideas had been stewing in my mind for a while. I really want to actually write some music for this track and record it at some point (with the help of Oli of course because I have very little musical talent). All of my lyrics are pretty personal and this one is no different but like all art it is very much elaborated and embellished unlike reality. Enjoy!

 

Failed Love Songs (for failed people)

We both fell fast and we both fell hard
like some Shakespeare shit taken to heart.
I ate Chinese at yours, you slept over at mine
it wasn’t all that romantic, never had the time.
I guess we wrote notes and texted into the night
just for a moment we went together just right.
Didn’t question tomorrow, didn’t cherish today
we just went with the flow, come what may.

It never really got started
We never really took off
Sure we made mix tapes
and maybe danced in the rain
We went to the movies
and had silly nicknames.

But it never really started,
we never really took off
You didn’t bring me home,
didn’t sing from the rooftops.
And this ain’t a love song,
another failed love song.

We went to cult movies, laughed in the dark
we marched through the streets making our mark.
I thought it was love, you thought it was fun
we never spoke about it, just decided to run.
I traced your freckles and played with your hair,
We tumbled to your bed without a care.
We woke up and I knew things were strange,
When you looked at me your eyes had changed.

It never really got started
We never really took off
Sure we made mix tapes
and maybe danced in the rain
We went to the movies
and had silly nicknames.

But it never really started,
we never really took off
You didn’t bring me home,
didn’t sing from the rooftops.
And this ain’t a love song,
another failed love song.

Would it have worked?
Could we have cared?
Would we have lasted?
Let’s not wonder, let’s not worry
maybe it’s better that…

It never really got started
We never really took off
Sure we made mix tapes
and maybe danced in the rain
We went to the movies
and had silly nicknames.

But it never really started,
we never really took off
You didn’t bring me home,
didn’t sing from the rooftops.
And this ain’t a love song,
another failed love song.

 

So there you go, the first song I am sharing on this blog. I hope you enjoyed it or at least found it kinda interesting. Feel free to leave feedback and let me know if you would like to hear this as a final recorded song one day.

Toodles.

 

Perfect Summer Nails- now with added coconut!

Summer is in full swing and my laptop has been repaired (not that I ever told you it was broken…) so bring on the blogging! I have a whole long list of blog ideas that are going to become a reality over the summer so keep your eyes on the blog!

I thought I would start off my sharing a wee review I did for my Business and Editorial Writing coursework. Barry M is one of my all time favourite brands so it only made sense to write about one of their latest releases. Apologies for my chewed nails in the first photo! Anyway- read on to find out about my latest nail obsession.

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Coconut oil has recently become the go to solution for pretty much any problem imaginable. Need to fry something? Coconut oil. Frizzy hair? Coconut oil. Bad breath? Coconut oil! Yep it really can help with all of those things. Barry M have now jumped on the coconut band wagon and brought out a range of nail polishes infused with coconutty goodness.

The range currently consists of nine pastel shades perfect for the coming summer months. All of the polishes are infused with both coconut oil and coconut water to hydrate and nourish the nails while delivering a smooth gloss like manicure. The polishes are also enriched with vitamins B and C to help nail strength and give them a healthy shine.

As a serial nail biter I am constantly on the lookout for nail products that help strengthen my poor, chewed nails. But of course i also want them to look pretty and colourful because that always helps discourage nibbling. So when I saw this new range pop up on Barry M’s Instagram feed I knew straight away that I needed to pop down to Superdrug asap!

I opted to buy the summery sounding shades “Bikini” and “Laguna”. Bikini is a soft minty green colour while Laguna is a sky blue beauty. All of the shades from the collection are stunning and would really compliment a holiday tan. They come in standard Barry M nail polish bottles however the range has on trend copper lids which adds a nice touch and sets them apart from the regular polishes. The polishes feature the relatively new rounded end flat brushes which makes application an absolute breeze even if you have short stubby nails like mine.

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The bottle states that you should not use a basecoat to get the full benefit of the nourishing ingredients. I needed two coats for full opaque coverage and was pleasantly surprised by how quickly it dried! The polish was thicker than I expected but that had the added bonus of making the polish self levelling which leads to a streak free finish. I opted not to use a topcoat however you could add one if you choose. Both colours I tested applied smoothly and dried super shiny creating an almost gloss type finish. The polish is pretty chip resistant and lasted for quite a few days even without a topcoat. My nails do feel stronger and less brittle so I can definitely see more shades from this range entering my life in the future.

The Coconut Infusion range retails at £4.99 which is a little bit pricier than other Barry M polishes but the nourishing qualities packed into these shades makes that totally worth it. You can purchase all nine shades in Superdrug or Boot’s stores across the UK or on the Barry M website.

 

A Day- A series of prose poems (4)

Sorry for the radio silence over the last few weeks. I am back for good now! I now have no job (don’t worry it’s all groovy and good) so can get back to focusing on the blog and other fun, awesome, creative things! I have so many things I want to write about and make videos about and share with you. Trust me, it’s gonna rock!

Anyway, for now I have the fourth and final of my prose poems for you! It’s been a long time coming but I hope you are still interested and still enjoy it. This was actually the first of the four poems I wrote and is probably my favourite. I sat outside, gazing up at the moon and the vast darkness of the night letting the inspiration flow. To me it’s the most organic and flowing of all of the poems. Maybe pop back and refresh yourself on parts 1, 2 and 3 before continuing?

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Midnight

Hiding behind the houses the full moon peaks out. Pale moonlight, lulling you to sleep. Pulling you towards dreams of moonbeans and distant glowing galaxies full of mysteries.   A huge orb glowing in the sky, making the vast darkness less threatening. Aura rings of amber, green and blue creating a magical air. Illuminating the peaks of the clouds, creating mountain ranges in the sky. The luminance making everything seem calm, bathed in silvery light. Reflecting crystal particles in the road creating diamond landscapes. Light playing on the surface of the moon revealing calm faces of death. Clouds wandering slowly by, smoke from the mouth of Mother Nature herself. Stars speckling the sky. They twinkle and burn, flashing boldly in the night. So far away yet beaming light down to the longing eyes of a human.  A black cat emerging from the shadows. Its piercing green eyes startling in the quietness of the night. Light reflecting off of its sleek black coat as it disappears back into its own personal darkness. Trees becoming striking silhouettes reaching up, up up, as though trying to touch the light. Their branches like lightning strikes; jet black and jagged, their sharpness amplified by the shadows. Beautiful and wild, clambering and free. The reflections in calm pools creating galaxies in their depths. You could dive in and swim amongst the stars touched by their refreshing light. The more you look the more you see. The sky is filled with rich shades. Deep navys, royal purples even vibrant hints of turquoise. An intricate painting, layer upon layer. The moon’s own masterpiece. You could stare at the moon for hours as it moves across the sky, always seeing something new. It’s uneven surface full of crevices for light to hide. New faces appear less death like than before. More smiling and welcoming. A shooting star streaking leaving a trail of light behind it. Long and straight like a path leading the way. Fireworks shooting through the sky, mimicking the stars brilliance. Colourful light, different, unnatural but still beautiful. Shocking reds accompany the silver stars. Briefly entwined in an other worldly display of light and colour. Humanity interplaying with nature imagining new wonders.  

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So there it is! All four parts of my first ever series of prose poems laid out for the world to see. I would love to hear your thoughts and what your favourite poem is. Drop a comment and I will be sure to reply.

I know I’ve said this a million times before but keep your eyes open for more content real soon, I promise!

Toodles.

A Day- A Series of prose poems (3)

As promised today I am sharing the third in my series of prose poems about the wonders of natural light. Today we have moved on to Sunset.

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Sunset

The sun slowly slipping away leaving amber streaks across the sky. Still peaking over the burning trees lingering on, not quite ready to say goodbye. The air is filled with fiery tones of orange, red and gold. It lights up the sand, revealing flashes of green sea glass and pearlescent broken shells. They shimmer along the beach soaking up the last rays of day. Long shadows forming across the landscape. Stretching and reaching, thin and spindly. The sun low in the sky transforming everything, manipulating it with its determined light.  As it lowers in the sky anything that crosses its path becomes a silhouette dark and bold against a burning backdrop.  The remaining clouds lit up from below, their soft edges melting into streaked scarlet pools. This dramatic light will not last, already the softer lighter shades are swooping in. Delicate pinks and purples start to form in the sky. Light and bright, cool and soothing. They bring the evening air with them, washing calmness all over the land. The colours merge and swirl creating watercolour wonders. Light merging into dark, colour into colour into colour. The sun shines bright and white, clinging onto this moment as is continues to slide from view. The last slithers of sunlight dance over the waters surface, glinting and playing before diving away. The sky remains a stack of colours, fading as the sun moves further from sight. Light is fading now too ,the colours losing their richness waiting for the pale moonlight to set in. The final flames of light lick at the horizon, a thin orange line stretching as far as the eye can see in either direction. Intense and concentrated as though all the power of the sun is focused on that one strip.  It burns on the furthest stretches of of ocean until it fades from view. Everything is still and quiet, full of anticipation for nightfall.

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Next Monday will be the fourth and finally poem in this series. Odd fact- the last one was actually the first one I wrote! I sat outside gazing up at the moon and jotting down ideas. I hope you enjoyed this weeks offering, feel free to leave me some feedback in the comments.

Toodles.

A Day- A series of prose poems (2)

As promised I have the second of my four light inspired prose poems for you today. I hope you enjoy.

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Midday

Brightness, the sort that gets in your eyes, your skin, your hair. The type you can feel in your body, in your bones, long after the sun has set. Giving even the darkest colours intense vibrancy. Taking a bland red brick wall and bringing out rich shades of russet and burgundy. Waves of expectation bouncing off burning tarmac. A haze of summery promise, a mirage trick of the light. Streaming through emerald canopies making shadow spirographs around your feet tickling your toes and sneaking in the gaps of your sandals. It whips through your hair along with the breeze, brushing your neck with warmth and comfort. The ocean becoming a vast expanse of crystal particles, sparking and sharp, rich and inviting. The depths seem less scary, full of sunshine and wonder. The water becoming warm and inviting, dive in, you know you want to. Interrupting photographs making glaring rainbows appear in corners. Smiles even brighter, hair golden and luminous, eyes glinting with the hope of day.  Seeping into every corner of the patio, bouncing off glass windows, sneaking into plant pots. Soft candyfloss clouds illuminated from within, pure white floating peacefully across the sky. Light dancing through the blackberry bushes, swaying delicately in the breeze. It leaps over roof tops and through television aerials, over green meadows and beaming off the slick wings of birds. It burns into shiny metal cars, making them boiling to the touch, soaking into the seats waiting for you to come back burning at your thighs. Light living in the flowers, moving through their leaves willing them to grow. It curls around your back hugging you and keeping you warm. It only stays this bright for a few hours a day, it needs to be cherished before it fades away. This precious glowing midday light can be kept in your heart. Remembering that feeling and that moment. When light was everywhere, seeping into your mind, washing over everything and making it glow.

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Part three will be coming at you next Monday so keep and eye out for that. My next post will be a bit of a food review and a bit about my current big lifestyle change. Oooh so much mystery! That should be up tomorrow or Wednesday so woop woop! I am full of ideas right now that I’m super excited to share with you!

Toodles!

A Day- A series of prose poems (1)

So a while back for uni we had to write a piece inspired by the book Light by Eva Figes. Although I didn’t particularly enjoy the book I really enjoyed this assignment. I chose to write four prose poems focused on light at different times of the day. I went out at each time and observed the light, made notes then worked some creative magic and boom. I thought I would share one a week with you for the next four weeks. So here is Dawn:

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Dawn

Breaking through the window before even the birds. Shining on your duvet wishing for you to wake. It creeps through that gap in your curtains, invading your morning slumberous dreams, nudging you to arise. Light lingering in the glass of your mirror, finding it’s way onto your creaky floorboards and creeping under the doorway into the hall. It illuminates the floating dust making tiny fairies dance through the gentle air. Slowly sneaking over the fields, waking up a new day. Making morning dewdrops glisten like hidden treasure nestled in the long grass. It wakes up the animals and makes the cockerel crow. As it touches your face you can’t help but smile because you know that the light will get you through, luring you outside to play and waste the day away. Light that is pure like a breath of fresh air. It fills your room as you fling open the curtains, welcoming the morning in. It floods the room filling every nook and cranny, spilling over the carpet and stretching from wall to wall. It is with you as you dress, glinting off your jewelry and making your new red dress pop. It streams through the net curtains in your kitchen as you make a cup of coffee, light so bright you have to shield your eyes and pause for a moment. It likes being noticed. It forms intricate shadow patterns on the wall behind you and dances across the photos on the fridge bouncing off their shiny surfaces. It catches the tiny wisps of hair still out of pace as you read the paper, making them look translucent around your face. Light glints of of your marmalade as you spread your toast, reminding you of the sun that grew those oranges. You can tastes its brightness as you take the first bit and enjoy its sweetness. It follows you to the bathroom, pouring through a high up window and reflecting off of the sink full of rippling water. You are washing your face in sunbeams today.

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I hope you enjoyed this first poem, let me know what you think in the comments and look out for Midday next Monday.

Toodles.

Self Portrait- a poem

Last week in my creative writing class we were asked to write a “self portrait” poem. I really enjoyed writing it, so much so that I was late meeting my Mum because I was on a writing roll. Anyway, I thought I would share it with you all. It may seem a little narcissistic to write a poem about yourself but if you think of it so is a selfie and as I mentioned here they rock! Talking of which time to include a selfie to accompany this poem.

 

 

Self Portrait

She always wakes with messy hair, no matter what. It’s kind of a sign that nothing she can do can make her life tidy, make it make sense. Every brush stroke in the mirror always pulls out hairs. Some fall to the floor. Leaving her mark. You always know if she’s been over, little bright strands marking the carpet. They make him smile, it’s like she never had to leave. Despite this morning chaos she always pulls it out the bag. Ready with a smile and some garish patterns on her back. Gets dressed in the dark, yet somehow it works. Chipped nail-varnish adding to the ensemble. Always in flats never heels. “What if I want to run down a grassy hill?” She always says. You can see her point. Hooking up her skirt, off on a mini adventure. Probably seen a flower again that she simply must instagram. Comes back all muddy, in awe of the natural wonders. A seagull squawks by                                                                                                                                                               Always late, looking like a whirl of colour, never wanting to leave.

 

So there it is, my poetic self portrait. I got some great feedback in class which is always uplifting as well as a little advice which I have acted on and edited the poem slightly. I would love to know what you think so feel free to leave me a comment.

Toodles.

Walk, walk, fashion baby!

So for our uni easter project we had to look at the A/W 14-15 shows and pick one we liked, one we didn’t and one from a designer that was completely new to us. We had to immerse ourselves in the shows and emerge with an opinion which we then had to blog about… hence why I am here right now.

Let’s start with the show I didn’t like… Chanel ready to wear. This, I know, is a bit controversial. First things first, I did love the concept of the supermarket set. When I saw people posting photos from the show on Tumblr I was really intrigued and excited to watch the show. I thought it was an innovative idea- showing women wearing fabulous items of clothing in mundane everyday life. I myself am a big advocate of overdressing for any and every occasion because of how it can lift your mood. I felt that the interaction the models had with each other and the products near the end gave the show an authentic feeling, it’s all about the detail. The blinged up baskets were also an interesting touch but I feel normal ones would have made more of an impact and contrasted more effectively with the designer clothes.

maxresdefault Having said all of that I just found the whole thing too busy. What with all the colourful props and the zig-zagging in and out (props to the models for remembering their routes!) it just seemed a bit too much for me. In my eyes it really distracted from the clothes, although I really wasn’t keen on them when they did catch my attention. I am a fan of the long black boots seen later in the show though, they are just beautiful with a dark goth edge. I liked the subtle, neutral make up and think it worked well with all of the different looks. The hair on the other hand I didn’t think worked with the clothes at all. Too hippy and boho where as the clothes had a much more urban feel to them.

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The collection didn’t seem to be cohesive or have a natural flow to it. This however could be due to the way the show was filmed which in turn has to do with the twisting path the models took. Overall my main problem with the show was that it was too busy. I really enjoyed the concept and think it would have worked well for a fashion film or photoshoot. Even just having the middle part of the supermarket set would have simplified things and made the show less of a headache.

Moving on to the show I liked- it has to be Alexander Mcqueen womenswear. Firstly lets just talk about the set- a beautiful mossy, grass covered stage with all the lumps and bumps you would expect in nature. The show starts with very dim lights then throughout the lights brighten before fading again at the end mimicking the suns cycle. Although this is pretty subtle it really brings something to the show and gives it a active feel.

ImageGenSarah Burton was inspired by “Beauty and the Beast” and “the world through an innocent childs eyes”. This is reflected in the loose child like shapes of the clothes and the long hair braids. Some of the later outfits have a very “gothic lolita” feel to them, dark but childlike, playing around with norms. The whole show gives of a very Icelandic vibe due to the nature inspired set, the fur trimmed ensembles and enhanced by the Bjork music. The Mcqueen edge was very much still present through the leather details and contrasting heavy boots. The make up felt both ethereal and alien at the same time due to the shimmery eyes against pale ghostly contoured.

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I think the main reason I enjoyed this show is how it isn’t a straightforward catwalk show but it retains the simplicity of one. By playing around with the ground and the lighting a real atmosphere has been created which complements rather than detracts from the clothes.

Finally on to the designer who was new to me. I have gone with the Donna Karan show. I stumbled upon this show in the sidebar when watching a Dior show and it caught my eye and I realised I had never really seen Donna Karen’s clothes before. This show is the exact opposite of the Chanel show and that is why I love it so much. It was simple, elegant and flawless.

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What was particularly spectacular about this show was the film that was played at the start to set the scene. Commissioned by Steven Sebring, the short film features blurred bodies moving in a way similar to the famous “Matrix” moments. The music is industrial and dramatic, almost metal in parts. The opening of the actual show is equally dramatic as the lights fade to black. When they come back up a perfectly straight line of models stand in silhouette at the top of the catwalk, perfectly still. The audience look around the confusion before the first model starts waking. The rest of the show is fairly standard with the models walking down a U shaped catwalk, imagery similar to the opening film playing in the background.

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The clothes were elegant and flowing. The collection was full of classic black, smooth caramel and rich berry tones all teamed with matching coloured killer heels. The smokey eyes and understated buns keep the attention firmly on the fabulous creations below. I would say out of the shows I looked at the Donna Karan one is my favourite.

I like my fashion shows to be simple, in that I like straight up and down walks, no crazy directions. I feel if the show itself is too elaborate it takes away from the clothes, which after all is what people are there to see. Both the Mcqueen and Donna Karan shows manage to make the setting, music, hair and makeup complement the clothes beautifully. They push boundaries but know where to stop.

Now to say something I never say- sometimes less is more.

 

So long and goodnight

The second part of my project for uni was to “watch a live show”. As a lover of gigs this seems right up my street. I have seen all sorts of bands live ranging from Metallica to Avril Lavigne with the likes of Biffy Clyro and All Time Low in between.

A few weeks ago I went to the closing night of a small, local live music bar in Truro, simply called “live bar”. This bar holds many memories for the local rock and metal community. I myself have witnessed many college bands giving it all they’ve got in front of enthusiastic friends and strangers, their first taste of the lime light.

As this night was the last night the bar would be open it was packed! There were 4 local bands playing, all of which are widely known in Cornwall; The Sentient, Outlaw, Transhuman and The Bad Channels. I spent most of the evening downstairs in the bar area (that’s not as bad as it sounds… although i will admit I did drink quite a few cheap drinks) as the whole place was packed and I could hear the music through the floor anyway. The vibe of the venue in general was like a big family as everyone pretty much knew everyone.

I really wanted to watch the last bad of the night, The Bad Channels, as not only were they the last band to play in the venue but it was their last gig as a band. I squeezed my way up the tight staircase and found my place with a friend near the front of the crowd. The band had a great vibe about them, really interacting with the audience. That to me is an important part of the live experience, I like the performers to act human and appreciate the fans. I can’t remember exactly how many songs they played but they were all originals. You could tell by glancing around who the hardcore fans were, they were the ones who seemed to know exactly what was going to happen next. For the last song a bit of a mosh pit broke out which is pretty impressive when you consider how small the room was (No bigger than a reasonable sized living room, fact). I really got sucked into the whole vibe of the night. It didn’t matter how small the venue was or how hot it got or how bad the acoustics were. What mattered was what was on the stage and how that was being absorbed by the people in the crowd.

I came away from that gig feeling full of emotion (and peach schnapps). On one hand I was sad because I would never again wander through those doors into a mini musical wonderland. On the other, I was full of joy because it just goes to show how a fancy venue, lots of money and fame are not important when it comes to putting on an amazing show. A few people shed a tear or two that night and rightly so. Those bands and dedicated fans gave that bar an amazing send off.

Good bye Live Bar, you shall truly be missed.