Day 82: Book Inspired

My task today is to summarise my favourite book in a 10 line poem.

So here goes:

An orphan so young and yet so bold

To take on aunt and headmaster alike

She found her place teaching those

Who society calls the poor and wretched

Unlikely love was found at Thornfield

But past secrets caused her to flea

To family lost she found herself

Proposals came and so did wealth

True love’s call led her back

Into the arms of him redeemed.


Thank you for reading.

Please feel free to guess what book the poem is about in the comments section.

Day 53: Tear-jerker

Today’s task was for me to watch a clip that brings me to tears and write about it. I’ve chosen to write the saddest scene from one of my favourite tv shows The Good Place.

They sat in the town’s square with empty chairs all around them, staring at the film ahead of them. She couldn’t take her gaze off their forgotten memories, all playing out before her eyes. Chidi sat beside her, also mesmerised by all their forgotten memories of their time together.

The scenes were similar to those from silent movies, except these were in colour. There were clips of Chidi teaching Eleanor ethics and philosophy, whilst music from a violin played.

Eleanor leans over and placed her head on Chidi’s shoulder as she continues to stare on at the scenes before her.

Scenes of hugging, and comfort played out before them, scenes of first dates and first kisses. Scenes of screaming and shouting matches, before the scenes of apologies and making up. There were even scenes of the two slow dancing in the rain.

Eleanor teared up as she knew this was going to be the hardest goodbye yet. To loose him all over again, to know that he won’t be able to remember her after this. That all their forgotten memories, and recent memories will all be erased, and there was nothing she could do about it.


Thank you for reading

Happy Valentine’s Day

For today’s post, I thought I’d share one of my favourite love poems. Its by the wonderful William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130.

I love Sonnet 130 because he describes his mistress in the most realistic way, without exaggerating her beauty, but by writing her as she is. I think this is perfect because we live in a world where we idealise perfection, we want to appear perfect, have perfect relationships and be perfect ourselves (especially on social media).

So today, on St Valentine’s Day, I urge you all to love the imperfect in everyone; friends, family, partners and most importantly in yourself. Love doesn’t have to be perfect.


My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare.


Thank you for reading.

Day 34: Sounds

I love the sound you make when we’re in agreement, satisfied with the conclusions we both came to. I love the sound of your keys rattling through the door as you unlock it after a long day at work, you enter the room and greet me with a smile.  I love the sound of you breathing as we read together on a Sunday afternoon. I love the sound of celebration that you make whenever your team wins a game. I love the sound of us praying together each night, before bed.

I hate the sound of your snoring during the night, especially when you fall asleep before me and I have to endure the noise. I hate the sound of us arguing, slamming doors, and the inevitable silence that follows. I hate the sound of you leaving in the morning, because I know that it will be another nine hours before I see you again. I hate the sound of dismissal you make, when you are distracted by your phone as I try to speak to you. I hate the sound of your phone ringing when we’re in the middle of dinner and I know that you have to pick it up.

But most of all, I love the sound of you telling me that you love me.


Thank you for reading

Day 26: Fear

Of all the things that life can throw

The one that scares me most of all

Is to live an unimpactful life

To go about my ins and out

And not touch a single soul

To seek and not find

and be left all alone

To love and not be loved

And heartbreak so familiar

To be gone and not a soul

Remembers my name.


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Day 13: The Letter Poem

Dear Lover,

Just 2 words written on a page

Brought my heart freedom from it’s cage

The day we met you had such charm

It caused me to step back in alarm

The smile you gave followed by the wink

Forced me to lose all ability to think

I knew I was yours the moment you said hello

I was ready for anything, and everything that followed.


Dear Lover,

My heart cannot sit still

Every moment with you has been nothing but a thrill

Remember when we took our first trip to South of France

And stood under the moon and had our first dance

Remember the sand that followed us to bed

And you looked into my eyes after all that was said

You told me you loved me, till death do us part

And I said, I do, offering you my heart.


Dear Lover,

With all these years, not a thing has changed

Not a day goes by, that I don’t think it strange

That my love for you has never ceased

Through all the years, it has increased

Through fights and disagreements

And all the ragging seasons,

You are and will forever be,  my dear lover.

Day 2: An Unrequited Love Poem

Love unrequited

Is nought but a plague

It makes man doubt their worth

As they crave a better understanding

Of Love, so pure, so good

That brings them face to face with sorrow

A craving of acceptance

A yearning for approval

Increased anticipation

Feeds pain and bring no pleasure

To love so selflessly

Is an act reserved for warriors.

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