This lead me, to starting Ink and Quill. At the time, I knew I loved to write fiction, but what I soon found was a love of poetry. I have grown so much since the beginning of my blogging journey. I feel like my writing confidence has increased and my passion evoked by my lovely inspiring followers.
Honestly all your lovely, supportive comments have helped shape my writing and my confidence and I am modivated to keep writing!
I have had a little break from writing over the last year…what have I been doing?
But, I’m back! And my muses are inspiring me everyday.
So here’s to a productive and positive 2017!!
The dewy kiss of morning light,
shines upon our wallpaper
crease the lines
and bare our pain
lipstick marks the mirror,
floral and mould weave
an asymmetrical pattern
breathing life into where we dwell
We’re the sawed off pieces of vintage
lace blowing against the window frame
The rotting leg, of a Victorian chase
mercury glass hangs –
the ceiling; a cold damp place,
with a tobacco stench
You, sit in silence
with a comb through your hair,
like an willow branch bowed at the waist
once an oriental lily,
now a bud cut from a stem
I, sit in silence
with a whiskey glass in my hand,
Blank and vacant decadence
a childlike glance
We can’t recollect
a time before this,
Our withered bones and shredded skin
glisten in the sun
an unfortunate tale
one of stagnant drench.
@ J.CALVERT 2017
When I wrote this, I had a clear picture in my head, of a beautiful women fading-vacant and a man with a whiskey glass in hand. A time of depression, where the bottle took over their lives. Not sure where this poem came from, but it was written. Funny how the writers mind works.
Do you often read your work back and think where did this come from?