Inspired Days

Tuesday 7th March 2017

Early morning blossom unfolds in its salutation to the sun,

Though the wind chill remains the light is warm.

Greeting the bright days with early morning rising

And I, beside you, whisper of the fruits in the days to come.

The sharp-sweet burst of raspberries on my tongue.

Strawberries dipped in sugar crystals, laid across your lips.

The sticky-sweet juice of nectarines dripping between our fingers as we laugh.

Promises for a future bathed in sunshine.



Friday 24th March 2017

Wait, and be stronger for the waiting.

Lose, but do not despair for having lost.

Love, and be stronger for the loving.

Try, and flowers will follow the frost.



Saturday 22nd June 2017

Trying not to smile

too widely as I am

coloured in. Awash

with blue/green/


No grey, we all shine.

United, in common

purpose, we are all

on this walk together.

(This was written after I attended #newcastlepride2017 weekend)



Saturday 29th July 2017

Would you kiss me if I

could find the right words

to tell you that all I want

is a taste of you? Every

time we meet you linger

in my thoughts with all I

learn from your actions

and words that follow

sweet smiles or sincere

glances. You look at me

and I am connected, so

much so that I struggle

to look back at you as I

would struggle to look at

the sun. Overwhelmed,

perhaps shy, but wanting

you to look at me until

one day I can look back

at you, openly, and you will

see every want that makes

me empty and whole at once.

Do you want these words?



Sunday 13th August 2017

Remnants shifting, sliding,

pulled out to meet the sea.

Worn/ torn/ lost/ missing

pieces of time, scattered

and broken. But, we care,

we look and see and we

find something beautiful

in the forgotten fragments.

Sea-glass, smooth as quartz

and equally as pretty. Waiting

to be found, picked up, wondered.

Hear a symphony never scored

or played in a concert hall.

Salt-slick and so warm.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

These are our edges.



Tuesday 15th August 2017

That tickles, you fingers, as they gently

tap, tap, tap, along my spine with the

lightest pressure followed by your soft

heart-shaped lips. Pressing your love

against my skin, above the thin blanket

that tangles us up together, exactly

where we want to be. As you take your

sweet time making silent promises

on your journey of discovery, my cheek

remains settled against the pillow and

I am smiling, for it is morning and soon

I will turn and you have always looked

so lovely in early morning sunshine.



Friday 18th August 2017

My steps along this path

began long ago but, lately

I am walking more slowly.

I have tripped many times

and I am tired of scraped

knees and palms. So, now I

watch my step and forget

to look up. Sometimes,

I believe that I could keep

going and never stop.

Should my eyes remain looking

down at the ground where

change is limited and it all

looks the same after a while?

Or is it better to look up

and risk the fall?



Saturday 2nd September 2017

Cradled, in open, outstretched palms

is a heart-shaped glass, empty for it

was turned upside-down and drained

by thieving, careless fingers. You were

a clumsy thief and inelegant in your

execution. There were tracks to follow

as you drip, drip, dripped your way out

with my heart spilling out from

between your crooked fingers.


Clumsy thief, I am left with a hollow shell,

removed from the cavern in my chest.

There is no more love left in me,

it does not threaten to boil over,

for there is nothing left.


Yet, there is beauty in an empty shell.

It is merely waiting to be filled up

and my hands are gentle. You are

lucky that you left no cracks.


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