Travelling Heart

Poetry Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

In keeping with the Ode form, I attempted to inject the use of archaic language. Please excuse any errors (and point them out if there are any!) I wanted to add another verse to this before bed – but my housemate is having an extremely loud conversation which is penetrating my creativity levels (and one must eat) : /


Sustaining tender life of mine from deep within
my Mother’s womb; long ere all knowledge of my own existence.
Bearing gifts of renewal; O, a new life to begin.

More than a mere muscle beating; with quickened pace
Your unguarded wishes race to thy heavenly skies
Conveying to it every which place we traverse in time and space.

O, heart – O compass guiding – where to from here?
Must I travel with no sense of home each passing year?


Poetry Day 2: Gift, Acrostic, Simile

(I omitted the simile as it felt a little forced with this one)


Given – yet never promised to last,

Infinitely eternal once existence has passed.

Forever, it seems, may simply cease to exist

Treasure life’s brevity, for it is truly a…

Happy Father’s Day


Dear Dad,

I love you every day of my life – but on this special day, I want you to know how much you mean to me and just how dearly you are missed. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Not a day passes where you are not in my thoughts…
Thank you for being such a shining light.

And for you, I wrote this poem:

So short lived,
were my chocolate raisin days.
All I have left now
are the memories of your ways.
No more bear hugs,
no more Matchbox cars today.
I’m holding on tight
because it doesn’t feel right.
Don’t let this slip away.

Your time here,
it was rocky
it was rough.
Never said you’re giving up
because my gentle giant was tough.
No need for fast cars,
briefcases, expensive suits.
Your love was enough
and your love
was all for us.
Don’t let this slip away.

Because I
will never forget you.
You’re with me
in everything I do.
My smile’s
a reflection of you.
I live my life through you
because it’s all I can do.
You are my parachute.

Your descent
upon this
material world; it was oh so
I was left in disbelief,
I had to stop being
Daddy’s girl.
Your courage was reborn
deep in my heart;
the realisation
that from you
I shall never
I’m letting go
because I know
I must
but you’ll always remain
forever young.

My King of Hearts
has flown,
but I’m willing to take the thrown.
To your legacy I will live.
And as you did,
I will give,
And give.
My Parachute.

My parachute,
my strength
to breath.
You’re the reason
I’m living so free.
You paved the way,
you set the pace,
within my heart
you’ll always
hold your


To Whom it May Concern

Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern

Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.

Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.

ink pot

The first book I reached for was one that I have yet to read by Micheal Ondaatje, called The English Patient. When I flipped to page 29, the first word I saw was ‘dead’. ‘Great,’ I thought. “Do I really want to depress my readers any more than I already have?” So I decided to have a little fun with it instead! 

Dear Dead,

I’m writing to you because I feel that it is time you dropped your bravado and stopped terrifying people with your notions of complete finality. Even your name, with its one syllabic utterance, beginning and ending in the same hard-faced consonant, screams total abruptness. Why do you have to be so blunt and elicit so much terror? I mean, c’mon – don’t you think it’s time you stopped scaring people into believing that you symbolise nothing but ‘The End’?

Not only are you scaring the shit out of fully grown adults, but you’re also frightening young children too, for goodness sake!

“I’m sorry Sammy – but your guinea pig is…well… dead.”

“So….young Isabel…you know that hamster that you’ve loved and cherished since you were five years old? Y’know, the one you hand fed since it was a baby and played with endlessly each day? Well guess what? It’s dead.”

Why do you have to sound so final? So…abrupt? I’ve never liked the way you imply that after you – everything else ceases to exist. In fact, the only time I’ve ever liked you, is when you were positive! I remember the days when you’d accompany a great thing:

“That was dead good that was.”

“Hahaha that movie was dead funny!”

“Eeek! I’m dead excited about your party tonight!”

What happened to those days, Dead? You’ve become so negative lately. Even your cousins, Deceased and Extinct, are becoming increasingly intolerable with their similar implications of forever ‘gone’. I think it’s time you revealed your true selves and stopped leaving people in a state of utter despair. Have you considered contacting ‘Transitioned’ or ‘Progressed’ to see if they’d like to take over your position as The Common State of Passing Over? I’m sure you’re due a retirement soon anyway aren’t you, Dead? Y’know, before you, too, are well and truly dead! (See – not so inviting now is it?)

Go on! Take a holiday, enjoy a break from shamming people into believing that their loved ones are forever lost in the great abyss of nothingness and let good old ‘Transitioned’ do the job instead. At least then Sammy and Isabel can rest in the knowledge that their cute little bundles of fluff have merely transitioned to the Spirit world where they are safe and sound, munching on angelic little cabbage leaves, which, since Dad forgot to water the veggie patch, have also transitioned into that other realm. Yes – that’s right! Those cabbages weren’t dead at all were they, Dead?! They’d merely progressed into the world of Spirit with all the other living entity’s that you have been passing off as ‘gone’, ‘expired’ and ‘defunct’.

Well, I’ve had enough of your naughty little secrets and feel it’s about time you revealed to all those you have inflicted suffering upon, that there is no such thing as ‘dead’! As eternal beings, who transition from one realm to the next, I think it is your duty to prepare us for that journey. Especially since many of us know nothing of this crossing until the moment it actually happens! So if you don’t mind – could you please stop frightening the living day lights out of us by having us believe that we will become nothing more than a fleeting memory once our time is up – and at least tell us what to really expect!

When, and only when, you consider spreading the truth and using your work to do some good, Dead, will I consider once again using your name to promote all things profoundly awesome;

“That was a dead kind act that you just did when you told the truth!”

“Did I ever tell you that you’re dead cool?”

Yours Sincerely,


Ten Years Without My Bear Hugs

It’s been 10 years today since my bear hugs were taken away… There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to capture how greatly you are missed. But on this day I’d like to remind you of how much you are loved…

Dad, I love you because…

…because you would walk us around on your feet as little girls. Because you would shine a spotlight on us as we danced around the living room. Because you never complained about your stroke or your epilepsy, even though the seizures frightened you. Because you made us smile and laugh daily with your unpredictable humour. Because you were the most selfless human being I’ve ever met and would spend your last £5 on chocolate raisins, Beano magazines and Matchbox cars for us. Because you lived with 3 feisty females and never lashed out physically or verbally once – you’d always walk away when angry. Because you gave the best bear hugs ever. Because you cared and worried about our safety. Because you surprised us with cups of teas and Garfield inspired butties in the mornings and always made them with a smile. Because you weren’t afraid to show your emotions. Because of a million other reasons I never had the chance to say to you – but mostly – because you’re my Dad… My love for you is infinitely endless. I love and miss you so so much. Thank you for being my guide.

Loving you always – forgetting you never xx