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.


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.




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.



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.


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!


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:



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.


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


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.


A Poem about Poetry

A few weeks ago in my Creative Writing Strategies class we were asked to write a poem about poems. I thought that was such an awesome idea and I really had some fun with it so I thought I would share it on here. It’s a little bit different but let me know what you think.


The Rules of Poetry 

There once was a time
when I thought poems had to rhyme
Organised nice and neat
and always followed some beat

Now I know that’s BULLSHIT

No rules to control these words

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Poems can be whatever you want.

Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly.Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly. Give them wings so they can fly.

Poetry can be a comfort or a terrifying jolt.
It can be a warm embrace or the icy sting of loneliness.
It can tell wonderful lies or dangerous truths.
Build walls of protection or break down barriers of pain.
Can meop mean more than poem?
Flip it on it’s head it might make more sense.

Interpret, reread, understand, confusion, analysis, understand, get lost, out loud, to a friend, buy, lend, again and again, hid it away, keep it safe, copy for a lover, write, scribble, words, meaning, create, play, jumble, destroy.

Explaining this is hard
poems escape through fingers
like meaning
and thought.

Poems can be whatever you want.
Sure they can rhyme.
They can be sweet
they can even be “nice”.
But they don’t have to be.
Ignore the rule
they taught you at school.


I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I think poetry should be free and experimental and I tried to portray that in this poem. I am really getting into poetry and am excited about exploring it more in the future.

Sunday Poetry

Happy Sunday everyone!

As some of you may know, I am studying Creative Writing at university. I thought it was about time I shared some of my work with you all. In class on Friday we were experimenting with poetry. We did a few spontaneous writing exercises where we were all given an arty postcard as a starting point then our lecturer asked questions to move our writing along. It was really new and fun for me. I enjoyed writing quickly, without any time to second guess myself. We wrote two poems and I really liked the first one I wrote so that’s what I am going to be sharing on here today. I edited it very slightly (organising punctuation and structure) but it’s pretty much just what I wrote on the spot in class.

Balloon Battles

Flowing fabric licking thick thighs
the sun beating down
forming midday beads of sweat.
Rainbow carnival colours;
orange, green,
red, blue.
Energy, celebrations,
drinking and dancing.
The drums in the distance
calling the party to arms.
Full-frontal joy
into balloon battles.
A moment of happiness
for what has been given.
Life, that is all.
Birds in shades of ocean
creeping from a tender grasp.
A skull ever present,
life only temporary.
Always there looming
begging the beat on.
The women glancing
toward the bouncing noises
the booms moving them along.
A figure walks in with a flourish
joining the swaying, surging crowd
light is what she brings.
Flowing fabric licking thick thighs.

Poetry is something pretty new to me so I was a little nervous about sharing this. Please let me know what you think in the comments, I would really love some feedback. Hopefully I will have more creative work to share in the future.