morning light

Tomorrow I said, the words will come, a new day, the words will come. But tomorrow has come and gone, and not just once, a week of tomorrows and more, still no words.

A week and more of glorious autumn days, some with rolling grey skies, and some cornflower blue, dripping with beauty, but still no words.

Odd lines spluttered and squeezed, forced through a strangled nib. Fingers agitated, tapping out crap, then erasing…still no words.

A muddled knot in a tight sprung belly, wrapped in the stress of the past few weeks. Constipated by dark thoughts, wakeful nights and a constant clenched jaw.

Then today, a wave of inspiration, so I tapped away, breathing deeper than I had done for weeks, my jaw relaxing as the words came in the soft morning light of another tomorrow.

Inspired by Writealms’s prompts for October

My heart aches

I held you in the darkness, so small, so wonderful and so mine. I stood and rocked you when you cried, sometimes I cried a little too, when I was tired. I listened to you in the darkness, a lullaby of tiny breaths, your skin soft like velvet, a perfect hand curled around my finger and my heart ached with love for you.

I hold you now, you are grown, more wonderful and still mine, but with wings unfolding. We talk about nothing and everything, sometimes we cry laughing, you are my joy. I listen to you now, your voice, almost a man’s, your hands bigger than mine and my heart aches with love for you.

It always will.

Inspired by Writealm’s prompt from yesterday ‘lullaby’.

My heart sings



The trees, black, silhouettes against the darkening October sky. Orange hugs the horizon as the sun slowly retreats, not quite ready for shorter days. A cool breeze whispers softly, making me shiver, and my heart sings for the beauty of autumn.

It sings for the changing landscape, conkers and crisp blue skies, for fallen leaves soon to be sugar-coated with frost. It sings for the walks we will have in our favourite park all wrapped up and cosy against the cold. It sings, oh yes how it sings, for this glorious and perfect season.


Not much writing been happening here lately, but today I wrote this, inspired by Writealm’s prompt from last Monday ‘shiver’.

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