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Waxwork Poem

Waxwork Poem

I used to know a girl With a picture-perfect face, But somehow in each photo Her smile was out of place. There was something not quite right About the way she froze- Like a wooden mannequin In a mindless pose. She had a little work done, Nothing very drastic, But still her facial features Looked like they were plastic. A real life Barbie doll, I wonder what she felt? If she showed emotion Her waxwork face would melt. Her hair and her make up Always looked pristine, Like they were painted onto A china figurine. I think that if she […]


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Posted 30th October 2010 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: ,

Androgynous Poem

Androgynous Poem

I miss my blonde crop and my dungarees, My baseball cap and grazed knees, When I wore whatever I could find And if I got messy I didn’t mind. When my body was a vehicle for my soul And I thought and moved as one whole And I leapt and danced and played with ease, Building dens and climbing trees. And then the alien curves invaded And I felt like my body was being paraded And everyone seemed to be staring at me I wanted to hide my indecency. I started to notice my own reflection, I started to worry […]


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Posted 30th October 2010 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: ,

My Poem Published!

My Poem Published!

I’m really chuffed because one of my poems, ‘Tess and the Priceless Treasure‘ has been selected to be published in an anthology called Poetry Rivals 2010: A New Dawn Breaks. This is the first time my work will be published on paper (as opposed to on websites) so I’m really excited as you can imagine. The anthology will be released in paperback form on 30th Oct 2010 (RRP £19.99). You can preorder it from Amazon here.


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Posted 9th August 2010 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: ,

Black Rose (a poem)

Black Rose (a poem)

There are many flowers you can buy With vibrant hues that catch the eye But the most alluring flower in sight Is the rose with petals black as night.   While other roses hide their thorns, ‘Beware my deadly spikes’ she warns. She needs no flash display of colour To enchant all that gaze upon her.   Many adore the crimson rose, Her striking beauty, classic pose, But I prefer the bewitching aroma, Of modesty and gothic glamour.    There is more to her on closer inspection, Mystery shrouds her dark complexion Her secret spell is an ancient art, Her […]


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Posted 10th March 2010 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: , , ,

Tess and the Priceless Treasure (a poem)

Tess and the Priceless Treasure (a poem)

    One morning, Tess from Little Dell Was washing clothes beside the well, When Anna, Jane and Cecily Ran towards her full of glee. “Look upon our golden rings! See our shiny, handsome things. The market stalls are filled with gold, Hurry, before the best is sold!”   Tess packed a bag and hurried down, To see the fair from out of town, Where travellers showed exotic wares, Shining, sparkling traps and snares. Some were pearl (so overrated), Others gold (most likely plated). Nothing special caught her eye, So with a shrug, she passed on by.   Returning on […]


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Posted 8th March 2010 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: , ,

An Extra Place at The Table: a Harry Potter Fan Fic

An Extra Place at The Table: a Harry Potter Fan Fic

  This is my original first draft of a Harry Potter fan fiction story for Michael’s Harry Potter blog fest, Dec 2010. The rules stated it had to be no more than 500 words, but my first draft ended up being 1200 words. So I eventually cut it down and posted the shorter version here, but if you’re interested here is the full length, unedited version. The story is set several years after the battle of Hogwarts and is all about George Weasley’s new family. I hope you enjoy it.   “Don’t look so nervous,” Fred laughed, seeing that my […]


Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day

  Wake up at seven, cursing the world, Throw on some trousers, a shirt and a tie, Call to my wife to see if she’s up, But she is as dead to the world as I. Pour a black coffee, switch on the news, Showing a car overturned in a ditch, The face of a schoolgirl, smiling with joy, Missing or murdered; I don’t catch which. Slurp down my coffee, dash out the door, Hurry through streets paved with yesterday’s trash, Cross past the subway, avoiding the tramp, And race to the bank to draw out some cash. Get to […]


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Posted 15th June 2009 in: Creative Writing. Tagged: ,