Poetry

I run as the sun rises and gaze, in awe, at the fields and meadows covered in a thin sheet of frost, like a lemon ...

I am a soft-boiled egg with a vibrant orange yolk, gently scooped onto buttered toast soldiers. I am a browning banana ready to be mixed ...

I go for a massage and wait for the bit towards the end where she cups my heavy head in her hands and lets it ...

Is it so rebellious to rest? To go walking instead of working. To crack open your soul and let its contents flow like a river ...

I walk through the cemetery and observe the engravings on the headstones. ‘Devoted father, son and brother’. ‘Beloved mother and grandma’. I notice that none ...

I love today’s blue sky and the sunshine lighting up my bedroom like a spring disco. I love the snowdrops and crocuses sprouting through the ...

This morning I cooked egg noodles for my children’s packed lunches. I peeled carrots and chopped them into matchsticks - cucumber, too - then after ...

Yesterday I cleaned the house. I swept Lego into the sprawling Lego bag, put scrunched up paper from the art desk in the recycling box ...

One day I’ll start baking fresh sourdough loaves in the morning and butter two slices for my children’s lunchboxes. I’ll give them a selection of ...

Wearing white frilly knickers when you're due on your period. Burning the expensive candle over one long winter's evening. Hot pants on the school run. ...

Crushing fresh lavender between your palms and breathing in the calming scent. Noticing when all the birds choose a single tree to perch on and ...

I was nine years old and my best friend broke up with me. She’d found someone else. The shock was followed by a sinking feeling. ...

I often visit cemeteries. I walk amongst the gravestones and read the names of those who've passed, noting their age when it happened and whether ...

On Wednesdays my older children go swimming and I stay home with the youngest. (He’s three). I sweep through the house crushing clothes into drawers, ...

Spooning sweet lychee syrup into my mouth straight from the tin. Eating the lychees, too. Roasted peanuts sprinkled on a tofu stir-fry. Whipped cream on ...

Early motherhood can feel like you’re swimming in a beautiful lake, underwater, with a thin sheet of ice above your head. You crack through to ...

I will never be too thin because I will always say yes to a hazelnut cream pastry. The crispy flakes cracking between my teeth and ...

Smash an icy puddle with the heel of your boot and watch the way it cracks. Tread carefully over frosted grass and listen to the ...