We’re all somebodies hero.

We’re all somebodies hero, even if we don’t try to be. We’re all somebodies hero even we can’t see, the qualities that make us heroic in some one else’s eyes, when we look at ourselves in the mirror and we see an idiot in disguise. We’re all somebodies hero, it’s fact that we need to…

You are the dance.

A poem dedicated to my youngest son. Before you were born you danced, to the music within me, Your moves shadowed on my belly as you grew. Before you could walk you moved to the sound of the life within our family, Swaying and rocking in time with the beat. Before you could run you…

What’s inside.

You never know what’s inside a person, what resides within, The covering on the outside isn’t designed to let you in. You’ll never hear the echoes of the demons deep inside, The ones who torture and torment, and make you run and hide. It’s easier to control what goes on, on our exterior façade, I…

Shrinking sweetness.

I’m sure all the sweet treats were big when I was a little kid, When Jammy Wagon Wheels were the size of a dustbin lid. When chocolate Curlie Whirlies were as long as a twelve inch rule, And giant bags of potato puffs were on sale at the tuck shop in school. Christmas tins of…

“Its a toasturrrr!” – the scent of bah humbug.

And so it begins. Halloween and Bonfire night are finished and so begins the race towards Christmas and that can only bring one thing. The dreaded perfume advert campaign. I’ll be honest, I have no idea if perfume companies bother to advertise the rest of the year; if they do it’s lost on me. However,…

Cold snap.

Frozen, white icing on the cake of the earth. Water droplets, dance and shimmer as the cold air flattens them into swirling patterns. Grass blades stand to attention in icy coats. Crunching, cracking steps on solid autumn leaves. Hat, gloves and scarves, colouring the crowds, creating a barrier against the cold.

An unexpected gift.

It didn’t come wrapped in paper, It didn’t have a bow. It was given when I didn’t expect it, It arrived when I needed it. I already knew what it was without realisation, I hadn’t appreciated it before. I didn’t understand what a gift it was. It forced me to re-evaluate, It gave me the…

Throwback Thursday – kind of… Shelf Life.

This was a story that was accepted for publication two years ago. It had been circling my mind since I was 15 and, as is usual in our house, my wonderful hubby encouraged me to right it down. Here it is, enjoy! Shelf life by Caroline Cutting. This was the second suspicious death in just…