Christmas nights

Fairy lights

Santas cheery face

Garlands streaming

Rudolph’s nose gleaming

Christmas at Grandma’s place

Festive food and glasses brimming,

Music, dancing, everyone grinning

Cousins giving chase

But Christmas Eve last,

Grandma passed,

Dad can’t bear to see Santas face.

But in my eyes Christmas won’t die,

Turkey, crackers, baubles, mince pie,

Christmas at my place....

Pitter patter

Drip drop

Smells like damp,

Rain won’t stop

Salty tears down my face,

Taste them on my tongue.

Rain hammers on the window pane

To the beat of its own song

Thunder rolls and lightening flashes,

Drumming in my ears.

Grey day, left all alone

Empty street , rain lashes

Drip drop

Pitter patter

Rain has stopped

Doesn’t matter....

Henry’s eyes flashed. They went from brown to amber instantly. It was like a match had been struck.

Anna looked away. She knew what was coming. She busied herself with putting away the shopping. Turning her back on her husband, she bent down to put some vegetables in the fridge.

The sound of glass smashing made her jump.

Instinctively, she stood up and turned around. Broken glass littered the floo...

Andy was always trying to leave me out of things. He was mostly locked in his room listening to his cool music on his headphones so I couldn’t even hear. Or playing video games that I was ‘too young’ for.

It was great when he got his summer job in the school holiday because I’d sneak into his room and listen to his records, and play his computer games. My favourite one was called “Arcade” and I l...

_My mum always said that the kitchen was the heart of the home. If that was true, our house had a heart but no soul. _

_ Everything about that house was off. Dead. Broken. In the sense that nothing worked. The electric would go off when mum was ironing. Or the hot water would go off when Millie was taking a bath, running cold just as she was about to wash her hair. It was as if it knew. _

_But the...

Her: we move around each other like chess pieces, he’s the one to blame,

I wish he would say what he’s thinking I’m fed up of this silent game

Him: I wish I knew what she was thinking I don’t really have a clue

It was easier when we were younger but now I just don’t know what to do

Her: He’s been this way since we moved here so why should I say sorry first?

Maybe it’s me, am I broken or is thi...

I stand alone

Staring at the heart of the home

With an open door

a broken floor

Leads to an empty hall

Where paintings fall

A room that cannot speak

A heart that can no longer beat

Cobwebs glisten

But no one listens

Silence falls

Echoes down the halls

The key they’d given me still fit the lock but the house no longer felt like home....

I don’t think about it

As I lay awake in bed,

I always push my thoughts towards something else instead.

I don’t think about it

As I start the day,

I think about other things, honestly I’m doing Okay.

I don’t think about it

As I’m driving my car,

Other people are worse off than me, I wonder how they are.

I don’t think about it

As I cook my evening meal,

If I don’t think about it, then it will ...

She was Elysian. There was and still is no other way to describe her. Pure, divine, serene. Just beauty. My own Snow White.

Unfortunately, there was a splatter of blood trickling down onto her wine red lips.

Delicate and still.

In her clasped hands she held lavender....

Red is my colour, garibaldi red.

A colour I believe in.

I wear it when my team play so that they will win.

But they lose instead....