They walked back to the Bistro. The Christmas rush of swarming bodies covered in a patchwork of holly green, cranberry red and navy wool apparel. There were less fur-topped bobbing beanies, less huddles of parka jackets dashing past. Everyone had completed their last-minute gift-buying and hurrying home to wrap them up. It was perfect. The…
Last Summer
Novel: Welcome to Wonderland. The girls lay on the grass sleepy from canapés and rosé, cheeks cerise from the heat…
Pets of Wonderland
Welcome to Wonderland is book 1 of my forthcoming book series. Filled with charming characters, scenic locations and beautiful interiors no detail is left hidden. And the pets are delightful supporting characters with amusing temperaments! Meet Florence’s two dogs that live in the family home. Pebbles is a beautiful charcoal whippet with grey blue eyes…
Poem: Losing my voice
In the quiet and silence I had a voice and used it But nobody listened. it was 2015. Never mind the warnings or revelations. Then I got ‘friends’, an ‘audience’ and I found ‘God’ my voice disappeared it was 2016. five years later in the quiet of depression in the depths of an abyss…
Poem: That Forgotten Enemy
It seeped into my life when I was a little girl Mother made me look in the mirror She forced me Flaw after flaw Made me look at the floor. I could never see any lightness in me It was all dark dark Misery never left me. Love was my cure Or so I thought.…
Poem: Lost Generation
We are the heir To Blair In academia we make our bet They get into debt. Fortune is linear? Starve, charge and never recharge. Let’s get skinnier. We are living it up Naivety of a pup In the workplace we are like slaves Then at night we rave. Our big break will come. Chase, trace…
Poem: 2am
I feel it in my chest, the grip of heartache. He won’t let me go. His hold is tough on my love. My heart aches from his unrelenting hold on my heart His hold on my body I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe All the way to the…
Poem: Artists on the Left bank
I walk alone along the same path as Matisse. Near the river I find a bench and sit reading Colette, lost with Claudine. In my hand is a little gift bag I could not resist earlier buying yet another silk slip dress and robe I am so charmed by the boutiques and tried on many…
Poem: Həʊˈtel
My Louis Vuitton luggage is rugged as I excitedly get out my precious dresses and jewellery I have been saving my best dresses for this trip These garments have waited years to be worn and are faintly whispering gratitude as they delight in being in the City of Lights Holding them upon my body, I…
Poem: In the Louvre
You are gazing at my favourite painting, so, I stand back and wait. A girl walks to you. My eyes cast down. Distracting myself I search for a sculpture. When I find it I am tempted to touch the white marble: An embrace by cupid. Secretly, I wish to be kissed the same way. It…