Sunday Session

Poetry session that is. A little something that I keep going back and forwards on. Is it finished, is it any good ? Who knows, not me.

If this writer falls in love with you,

You’ll find yourself and a shortcut in the words I craft.

Maybe you’re lurking right here.

I’ll process you in type

Redraft until I’m clear what you meant

And what that means to me

Your flaws may darken some other character

But you’ll find my acceptance

Or not

in how I end the tale.

You’ll be certain of your impact

when you seep into my prose

I never know it, till I write it.

Then you’re set in stone.

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Isn’t it strange…

I had some bad news recently that is taking me a little time to process. I’m fine, it’s not related to my health. The last few weeks have felt somewhat surreal, life goes on, but I am caught in my own head. I hate to be so mysterious, I will share more when I’m ready.

In the meantime, I feel somewhat contained in my own bubble. A little trip up north with family was lovely. Lots of peace, fresh air and of course carry on with the boy. We absolutely adored the outdoor infinity pool at Portavadie. Warm as a bath, but surrounded by the wildness of the loch. It was beautiful.

This boy loves to torture me with seaweed.

In keeping with this air of strangeness are the election results. I don’t know entirely how to feel about the situation we find ourselves in. I am of course delighted to witness the Tories decimated. However, it is hard to rejoice in a Labour landslide when they are a mere hair’s breadth away for being Conservatives. The rise of Reform is terrifying. I despair at the ignorance & hate that drives their increased popularity. SNP losses are incredibly disheartening and I hope in part due to an anti Tory rather than pro Labour vote in Scotland. I don’t feel hopeful of real change under Starmer. I would love to be proven wrong.

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