Posted in holidays, Life, Time, Writing

Composed upon a hill

Breathing out my thoughts,

words formed upon Queenstown Hill;

“I am. I am here”.

Diagonal steps

long before the beginning

my road keeps growing.

Moments, I can

say goodbye to past me

just remember to breath.

Benches are made for rest

as I ascend the valley

dodging the boulders.

An iron gate creaks open

I follow ancient steps

in the winter chill.

The road changes

from forest to jagged rocks

the mountains are my compass.

The sun will keep time moving

but forever will wait

it’s just another moment

it’s just another story

it’s just my journey.



Posted in Supernatural/Magic, Time, Writing

Fopdoodle Snuffbumble

Along my interweb adventures I came across a video that contained an interesting tale of the English language. Some bizarre and rather brilliant words have popped up over the years and some have fallen behind in mainstream language. Today,  I randomly selected two of these words and created some insignificant nonsense…

Fopdoodle Snuffbumble

Blessed are the children with the sight

to see the magic in the night

open theatre of shadows

moonlight sparkling over the snows

little girls keep secret wishes

singing clocks and dancing dishes

happy endings in the twilight

warm the heart with greatest delight

hopes and dreams always follow

simply believe and they will know.

Posted in Time

1 Day 1 World Project: 10pm

Inspired by Northwest Frame of Mind 1 Day 1 World Project: 10pm and the well-known game ‘If I go to sleep now… that’s 8 hours sleep’…



“Time is an illusion”

It’s 10pm on a Monday

eyes closing; must be time to sleep

dreams of finding time – someday

there will be logic in our weeks.

Weighed and measured all my lifetime

into hours, days, months and years

conditioned by the hands that chime

transient moments – deepest fears.

It’s time to set the alarm clock

It’s time to turn down the warm bed

It’s time to pull on the wooly socks

It’s time to farewell today – she’s dead.

Time is humanity’s greatest curse

inured to the great grand design

trapped inside from birth to hearse

will we ever find the time?

It’s 10pm on a Monday

and it’s almost time for bed

tomorrow will be another day

tick tock goes the clock, she said.

Posted in Life, Time

When I was a little girl…

When I was a little girl I would wander

through ancient woods and historic villages

admiration, reverence, longing to know

wishing, praying I could travel through time

with a yearning of how we got here.

Now, I flick through records and photographs

curious wonderment in my brown eyes

watching the branches stretch into history

stories of miners and farm labourers.

It really was another world.

If I was born in Victorian England

I might be a maid in the houses of Chelsea

or a farmers daughter without a trade

trying my hardest to simply exist.

Just another face in the crowd.

As the lines falter through time’s trees

mysteries remain; never to be resolved.

Ancestors circling around the globe

India, Australia, Wales and home

bequeathing a nomadic legend.

Inspired by one of my favourite television shows Who Do You Think You Are? and my passion for researching my ancestry.

Posted in Australia, England, Life, Loss, Technology, Time

Farewell, Postman Pat

It’s time to hang your hat, sir.
Your work has come to an end.

Harry S Alford My Grandfather the Postman
I’ll miss the hand waves and the bells
of a much beloved friend.
Seeing you early each morning
counting out the coloured cards
placing them through each letterbox
with a smile, wink and kind regards.
Rain or shine, you were always there
the glue that held the villages
together with paper and ink
and postcards of flowery bridges.
But, the wheels of time push progress
and you have been found wanting.
Time, she has made you redundant
and so Death has begun knocking.
It’s time to hang up your hat, sir.
Your work has come to an end.
We’ll remember you in our scrapbooks
and label you, a long lost friend.
Poem was inspired by an article in The Age: Are you ready to abandon snail mail
Posted in Time, Writing

OneDayOneWorld – Hour One – 12pm

Ever wondered what everyone else is up to at any given time on any given day? The following was written for / inspired by the 1 Day 1 World Project running from May to October (24 weeks) where each week will unveil a particular hour around the world.

Sunday 12pm


Bound inside my suburban walls

like the spider caught in the drain

watching as the dark shadows fall

under the loud thundery rain.

Nestled in my big blue armchair

I read my book and drink my tea

the smell of pizza fills the air

with my warm fuzzy boots and me.

Posted in #NaPoWriMo2014, Doctor Who, Family, Life, Loss, Mythology, Supernatural/Magic, Time

#NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen – “a weeping angels woe”


Alone in the churchyard I watch

mortals mourning in tears and flowers.

Leaning against a rowan tree

abandoned by my family.

Beneath my feet a girl is weeping

I open my arms and kneel down

In surprise, she looks up at me

screaming like a startled crow.

She runs back through the stone and grass

reaching out to her, I follow

She turns to me – her eyes are cold

and zap – she’s now in the past.

Falling through time – I am weeping;

my eyes hidden behind grey fingers.

Left within eternal sleeping

this is where my Winter lingers.

Posted in #NaPoWriMo2014, Life, Time, Writing

#NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen – “Note to Self”



I want to tell you to be brave

to step away from that brick wall

and seek the friendship that you crave

by showing the world you stand tall.

Forget the ones that say you’re weird

and ignore you till your wanted.

Find your passion; conquer your fears;

do what you do best and flaunt it!

Singing loud in the dead of night

but silent as a lamb in day?

No, you need to break out like a kite

and speak out, what you want to say!

Look around you, little missy,

you are a person – just like them;

clever, smart and sometimes witty

but you are – just another them.

Shakespeare says the world is a stage

and each of you have your role and place.

You start your lives with a blank page

each of your moments fill that space.

Live individuality –

it’s like travelling the unknown!

You’re a part of humanity

Oh, if you could see how you’ve grown!

You live on the other side now

still thinking the thoughts you’re thinking…

how you got here? you don’t know how

its just part of the travelling.

Be who you want to be, stay true

as one day, she will be you.

Posted in #NaPoWriMo2014, England, Mythology, Time

#NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen – “Castles”




Through the window is a narration

of the past and present mixing

my heart of inspiration. 


I love the richness of these places

a group of united kingdoms;

strong pride in her peoples faces.


Albion has a long story

of Kings, with their conflict and feuds.

Just pages in her history.


The ruins of yesterday stand

tall and proud above the Wye

separating two ancient lands.


A little intimidating! 

But at the same time, brilliant!

To see her strong and surviving.


A castle weathered throughout time

for centuries now her church bells chime.