Owl by K.Morris

Owl by K.Morris

I have lain awake listening for the owl’s cry.
A note that chills
Thrills
Then does die.

One day
This bird of prey
Will carry my soul away,
Or so the supersticious say.

Mice hide
While I, in my pride
Decide
The owl’s erie cry
Signifies that I will die.

The bird has no interest in me
So why can I not be free
Of his cry
That to my window nigh
does rise, then, as suddenly, die?

Biography

Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool on 6 January 1969.
After having obtained a BA (hons) in history and politics and a MA in Political theory, from University College Swansea, he moved to London where he now lives and works.
Kevin blogs at newauthoronline.com. For details of his published works please see the “About” page on newauthoronline.com.

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First Guest Writer on Ink and Quill: K. Morris

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It is with great excitement, I would like to introduce my first feature guest on Ink and Quill. Author, writer and poet Kevin Morris from New Author Online. It is honour to feature Kevin. Please follow the links to read more of Kevin’s work.

NAME:
Kevin Morris
COUNTRY:
United Kingdom
AGE:
47

Please tell us a little about yourself:
I was born in Liverpool on 6 January 1969, a year best known for my birth and a relatively minor event known as the moon landing! Having attended school in Liverpool, I went on to read history and politics at University. Having obtained my BA, I went on to gain a MA in political theory.
I moved to London in 1994 and live near Crystal Palace, where my home overlooks a large garden and an historic park.

When did you first start writing?
I began writing in 2012.

 

“I write to express myself. One must scratch an itch, otherwise it will drive you insane!”

 

Where do you find your writing motivation and inspiration?
I draw inspiration from nature and my inner self. The singing of birds, the wind on my face and the scent of newly fallen leaves all inspire me to write, as do my observations of current affairs.

What are your current projects?
I am currently working on the publication of a print edition of my book, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. “Lost” constitutes my latest collection of poetry and is currently available in ebook format.

poetry ebook

Writers/poets who inspire and influence your own writing?
I am inspired by many poets including the 19th century English poet Ernest Christopher Dowson, A E Housman and Emily Dickinson, to name but a few.

Have you any published works, or do you plan on publishing in the future?
I have published the following works:

“Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”,

“The First Time”,

“The Suspect And Other Tales”,

“An Act Of Mercy”,

“Sting In The Tail”,

“Samantha”,

“Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”,

“Street Walker,”

“The Girl Who Wasn’t There And Other Poems”.

For information regarding my books please visit my blog’s “About” page.

What process did you go through to get your book published?
I self published my books using Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) facility, which is available to anyone wishing to publish their work.

Tell us about your writing process:
I prefer writing in the morning when I’m firing on all cylinders. I do, however also write during the afternoon and, on occasions in the evening. I find it difficult to write with background noise and prefer total silence (other than the singing of birds which gives me great pleasure).
Being registered blind, I use screen reading software called Jaws, which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a standard Windows computer.

Do you have a specific writing style/genre?
I have written several collections of short stories and one long short story entitled “Samantha”. My preferred genre is poetry and my time is now spent composing poems rather than short stories or flash fiction.

Do you have any advice for other writers?
Don’t get discouraged, and believe in yourself.

Please share your favourite piece/s with us and a brief description of the inspiration behind it:
During the Christmas break (December 2015), I visited my mum and her partner in Liverpool. While there I went for a walk with my guide dog, Trigger. The evening was closing in and leaves blew around my feet. The blowing of the leaves reminded me of the fragility of life which lead to the composition of my poem,

Leaves Blown At Night

Leaves blown at night.
Delight
Sorrow.
This moment we borrow
And think of a tomorrow
That may never come.
We run
Perchance have fun
Then, ‘Tis done”
My poem, “Shall I Compare Thee” came to me while out walking with my dog and I wrote it down on returning home:
“Shall I compare thee to a prickly pear?
Thou art more fair
Than the wild rose
That in thorny profusion grows.
There the bee goes
Then stings my nose”. .