My recommendations!!

Hi everyone! So it occurred to me that I often absorb a lot of media, but whenever I come to write a review on something, there never seems to be enough to say to fill a whole blog post. So instead, I thought I’d compile a series of shorter recommendations into one post! Book: The…

Life update, anyone?

So, it’s been a while since I’ve actually talked about my life on here, what I’m getting up to and such. I thought I’d just give you a quick rundown of what I’m up to at the moment. This is what I currently look like: Right now, I’m on holiday for another week until I…

Unravel.

The rather apt prompt of today. Unfortunate, really, I was hoping to avoid my problems via the prompts, but I’m denied even that small luxury. What has unravelled recently in my life? Aside from the threading of my jumper and my sanity, my relationship has recently died a death. There’s not a lot I really…

Minimal.

Minimal. Considering the amount of output I’ve had on this blog, I’d say this prompt was an accurate one. Where have I been over the last…17 days? What happened to a post a day?? In short, life happened. University happened. Whilst I didn’t expect this to be easy, I did expect to do a little…

Colours.

Light dapples through the stained glass of the window in my grandmother’s attic. I often get transfixed by the colours- an orderly block of precise green cubes, pure and bright, filtering summer sunlight and catching the dust particles that drift lazily by. The pattern is only interrupted by two gashes of rush brown where the…

Black: a simile creative writing prompt.

As black as the splurges on an anarchistic autumn leaf. Black like blank paper waiting for it’s colours to arrive. Black like the blossoming of ideas on a page, ink spiralling, conceiving universes. As black as clarity, like a still freshwater pond. Black like the old dried blood of a Lovecraftian nightmare. If white is…

Sweet Charity, episode one: pregnancy scandal

Hi everyone! I’ve recently started volunteering at a small charity shop alongside my studies. I’m really enjoying it so far, as the small tasks I’m required to do are a welcome distraction from the pressures of uni, and unlike sitting on facebook for five hours, I actually feel like I’m doing something significant. I’m giving back…

Lent, of sorts.

Today is St Davids Day, the patron saint of my beloved country, my homeland, my hills, and my vales. Today is the day when, back home, we’d be wearing red to school, singing sosban fach reluctantly, and eating as many Welsh cakes as physically possible. But I’m not home. I’m in England, and appallingly, there…

Ballerina

Overcast, the raindrops pattered on the casket like the discordant notes of an untuned piano. What now? The only thing she knew: dance. She would move for hours, alone, in a darkened studio, forming poetry with elongated limbs and careful gestures, the only sound in the room the tap of ballet shoes on wood-panelled floor….

Poems and drabbles based off prompts

Of all the people to dedicate poetry to, Surely, surely it should be you. You lit that spark You kindled this flame That now burns and brands you I perceive you a cage I push you away And yet I know- This is just the mother’s way. I long to be close to you But…