Thank You Darlings!

Feeling a little emotional, looking back to when I started my blog, Ink and Quill last March.

Which has reached over 670 followers!

So much has changed. I have changed, grown, become. Writing has turned from dream, a love, a hobby, into a passion, a need, a career.

I believe my confidence and self esteem in my writing abilities is accredited to starting my blog. The support and friendships I have made are incredible. I have learnt to push myself out of my comfort zone and most importantly to believe in ME!

I will soon publish my first poetry book, Ink and Quill Poetry. My plans after this, are to finish and publish my current work in progress. A fantasy/sci fi genre, young adult novel. Not exactly sure where this story idea came from, but I’m following it whole-heartedly, to see where I end up.

Whilst working, two days a week at a Kindergarten, being a full time mum, writing poetry and novels, running Ink and Quill, and studying at university, I’m busy but loving it!

Love Jen




Hide My Scars, Part 2

‘In reflection, I see my skin, behind the paint I coat it in, Wrinkles and crevices and blemishes adorn, the face, I’ve looked upon, In years of self-doubt and time ticked on, I finally see, the one, who I’ve been looking for, is ME.’


Part 1 of Hide My Scars

Through The Looking Glass


Through the looking glass
She stares,
Her reflection – a ghostly echo,
A time long spent,
In thinking,
And contemplation,
Of lines and scars,
The outline of her mask,
Jaded by the grass.
The linage of her ancestors,
A field of wire threads,
Cloaking her tired eyes,
Wrinkles and creases,
Running horizontal,
Throwing light over her tender mouth,
The cask of judgment, draping over course,
Hiding behind, the harsh reality of life,
In folded limbs and weeping cries,
In the looking glass,
The cruellest conviction inflicted by self. 


In confinement, The walls bleed, Weeping like sap on trees, Four barriers, Ceilings high, All I can do, but cry, I am strong, Unbreakable, Words cut, But do not cut through, I am all that I am, I am me, … Continue reading

We Will Rise

J. Calvert 2008

J. Calvert 2008

Under chandelier skies,
Stars of dust,
Shards in the night,
Clouded and broken,
Fractured light,
Below, Parisians weep,
Tears fall,
Silver threads,
Drip down the face of a nation,
The world reels.
On the dawn,
Under the light of day,
Brilliant rays of metallic, brass and copper tones,
Love will wrap her veil around our shoulders,
Draw us in,
Blanketed under the warmth of love,
The sun will shine, even on the darkest day,
We will rise.

In the wake of the terrible events in Paris I have been reading the beautiful messages of hope, love and compassion from my fellow bloggers and yet, my own words lost.

Today I sat down at my computer, and the words spilt forth, in tears and sorrow. My words only a small band-aid on the pain the world is feeling.

Yet, I know, we as a community, a people of compassion and love. Fear and hatred will be overridden and we will prevail.

We will rise again.


J. Calvert 2008


J.Calvert 2008

Jennifer Calvert 2008

J.Calvert 2008