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

xxx

 

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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.’

JCALVERT 2016

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. 

Walls

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.

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J. Calvert 2008

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J.Calvert 2008

Jennifer Calvert 2008

J.Calvert 2008

Why Do You Write?

Why do you write?

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I get a lot of mixed reactions when I say I’m a writer and I actually find it really hard to say it. I’m not sure if I find it so hard to say, because I myself don’t really believe that I am a writer or I’m worried about speaking about my manuscript.

When people ask me, ‘What do you do?’

I want to say, ‘A great many things.’ Because it’s true. I don’t feel like I’m limited to one particular thing. I feel like my answer defines me, but I don’t want to be defined by my career or work choices. I am a writer, I am a university student, I am a mum, I am an childhood educator, but yet I am so much more than that.

Are you published and why do you like writing is a question I get all the time.

I’m not published, but I will be and why I write, well, there is a great many reasons why I write.

A Golden Pond

8b14a7aa21c02d88842857f2820a1ccbA golden pond,
A lily pad of mossy stones,
An ivory swan,
Gliding against the current of the mere,
Of honeydew and Isabelline,
She glides downstream,
In nakedness,
Of bare nipples, navel and legs,
Of auburn dreams and tangerine love,

Sun streaking sky and blackbird’s coast,
River immerses,
She floats.

In Ink 

 Can’t believe my little Ink and Quill has almost reached 480 followers!!  So blessed and loving the blog life, the WordPress community and all the support and encouragement fron you beautiful people. Onwards and upwards, 500 followers here I come!

❤️ Jen

Bohemian Queen

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Upon her golden throne,
Hair of silky thread,
Woven and spun,
Around hearts of embroidered sun,
Embellished and dazzling,
Entangled in love,
Unravelled in wanting,
Worshipped Queen of Bohemia,
Wild fig and amber light,
Reflection in glass stained window, Disillusioned, Frayed and forgotten,
Naked on the cathedral stone,
In antiquity, she is grace.