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Saturday 9 March 2024

DATE NIGHT by Becky Hemsley

"DATE NIGHT"
by Becky Hemsley

I met the moon for coffee

It was Friday night I think

When she watched me hardly sleeping

And invited me for drinks

We found ourselves a table

In the middle of the night

And the constellations twinkled

Like a thousand fairy lights

She asked me how I’d been

As she poured coffee from a pot

For she said she’d watched me

Waking up at midnight quite a lot

I said my brain was far too full

My mind was always on

And when I woke it felt as if

I was the only one

The only one who lay awake

Whilst I sat on my bed

With thoughts that raced at lightning speed

Around my busy head

The only one who watched the clock

Tick one and two and three

Who laid awake and worried

Whilst the world was fast asleep

My thoughts were stuck in orbit

And I couldn’t pull them back

As they preferred to swim against

A sky so vast and black

The moon said simply nothing

But she opened up a book

And I saw it was a diary

So I took a closer look

And listed there were names of people

All around the world

And all the thoughts and worries

That the moon had overheard

Just then, my eyes were drawn towards

The name that was my own

And that was when the moon said

“See, you shouldn’t feel alone”

And then she pulled me close

Using the night sky as a blanket

And said “I know you sometimes feel

So lonely on this planet

But when you cannot sleep,

Get up and watch me from your room

And you’ll see so many others

Having coffee with the moon”

********

Becky Hemsley 2022

Artwork by Anky Moore

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HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR by Joanne Boyle

"HOLD ON TO THIS MIRROR"
by Joanne Boyle

I stood in front of you today

and looked you in the eye,

I told you to listen

to these rules that do apply.

It's NOT your fault for wanting,

or expecting some support.

It's NOT your fault that others

don't give you a second thought.

You are NOT to blame,

for that text they didn't send.

You are NOT to blame

for what happens at their end.

That it IS ok, to expect more

from those who say they care.

That it IS ok to feel angry

because you are always there.

That rejection that you feel

Well that's OK too

as long as you remember,

it reflects THEM more than you.

When you Question Why,

I will tell you why?

They don't know what they do,

or care if you cry.

So hold on to this mirror

and when you look me in the eye,

stand up and be counted,

as your feelings DO APPLY.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art Steffi Krenzek

Jigsaw Pieces by Becky Hemsley

"Jigsaw Pieces" by Becky Hemsley

There is no solution to grief.

It is not a problem to be solved or a task to be completed.

It is an unfinished jigsaw. A puzzle with a piece perpetually lost.

You can still tell what the picture is, but there are details missing.

Like the sky missing a cloud or the ocean missing a wave.

It is still the sky.

It is still the ocean.

But it is quietly incomplete.

This is still life.

But it is missing a piece. A piece you will always long for.

And there is no solution to your puzzle because that piece was shaped to

your jigsaw – to your life, to you – and you will never replace it.

It is irreplaceable because it was shaped uniquely by love.

So it is ok that you’ll never quite feel full again.

It’s ok to know that you’ll never feel the true satisfaction of completing

the puzzle.

This is still love.

It is still life.

It is just quietly incomplete.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

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Friday 8 March 2024

LIKE A GIRL by Becky Hemsley

"LIKE A GIRL"
by Becky Hemsley

She drives just like a girl you know

And throws just like one too

She fights just like a girl as well

She’s just no match for you

She also runs just like a girl

And that’s the way she plays

But when they say “just like a girl”

I think they mean to say

Worse

And somehow less

Somehow slower, somehow weaker

They think that if she’s ‘like a girl’

They’ll easily defeat her

But girls will go to battle

When they already are bleeding

And girls are great at throwing themselves

Upwards through glass ceilings

Girls are busy navigating progress,

Driving change

And girls are busy winning

Whilst you criticise their game

So tell her that she’s ‘like a girl’ -

She may just prove you right

She may out-play, out-last you,

Win the race and win the fight

‘Cause she’s a driving force

Fighting for her place in this world

And if you try to talk her down

She’ll rise up

Like a girl

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

Stunning artwork by @turli_thu_art on Instagram

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Thursday 7 March 2024

THE FLAME by Becky Hemsley

"THE FLAME" "BEING A MOTHER WHO HAS LOST A CHILD" by Becky Hemsley

There’s an order that life is supposed to follow.

An order of breaths we are supposed to take,

as if we are passing a torch from one generation to the next.

And our torch is supposed to go out before our child’s flame is extinguished.

We are supposed to watch them take their first breath.

But not their last.

We are supposed to hear the thud-thud of their heart when it starts beating.

But never the silence when it stops.

That heart that we once carried inside of us. That breath that we gave them. That life that we kept safe, protected.

So when the order of life is disrupted,

when their torch goes out before yours,

it is as if you too have been robbed of your breath

and as if your heart has stopped beating as well.

There is nothing that can make it less painful.

You would happily blow out your flame if it meant theirs could burn.

But you can’t. Even though that’s how it should be.

So all you can do is carry them inside you -

like you did once before.

Except now they have to stay in your heart forever.

And though it hurts,

just know that they are safe there.

They are protected.

Because a mother’s love is unending.

Because it burns forever with every breath you take and

with every beat your heart makes.

Because a mother’s love

is a flame that can

never

be extinguished.

Becky Hemsley 2023

Beautiful artwork Akira Kusaka Illustration

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Tuesday 5 March 2024

THE SCARLET DAGGER from English With Mia

"THE SCARLET DAGGER"
from English With Mia

"The Scarlet Dagger" In the bustling city of Silverwood, there lived a young thief named Finn. He was known for his quick wit and nimble fingers, navigating the crowded streets with ease as he pilfered from unsuspecting merchants.

One night, while skulking through the dimly lit alleyways, Finn caught sight of a glinting object nestled among the shadows a scarlet dagger, its blade shimmering in the moonlight.

Driven by greed and curiosity, Finn approached the dagger cautiously, his heart pounding with excitement. As he reached out to grasp it, a voice echoed from the darkness.

"Stop right there," a gruff voice commanded.

Finn froze, his hand hovering inches from the dagger. He turned to see a burly figure emerging from the shadows a city guard, his armor gleaming in the moonlight.

"Caught red-handed, eh?" the guard growled, brandishing his sword. "That dagger belongs to the royal treasury. Hand it over, thief."

Finn's mind raced as he weighed his options. He knew the consequences of defying the city guard imprisonment, or worse. But the lure of the scarlet dagger was too strong to resist.

With a swift movement, Finn snatched the dagger from its resting place and bolted down the alley, the sound of pounding footsteps echoing behind him. He raced through the winding streets, ducking and weaving through the throngs of people as he made his escape.

As he reached the edge of the city, Finn paused to catch his breath, clutching the scarlet dagger tightly in his hand. He glanced back at the city lights twinkling in the distance, a mixture of triumph and apprehension churning in his chest.

In that moment, Finn realized the weight of his actions. The scarlet dagger may hold the promise of wealth and power, but it also carried the burden of consequences consequences he may not be prepared to face.

With a heavy sigh, Finn tucked the dagger into his belt and disappeared into the darkness, his mind swirling with thoughts of what lay ahead. For in his possession, he held not just a stolen trinket, but a symbol of the choices he had made and the choices yet to come

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THE ORACLE'S VISION from English With Mia

"THE ORACLE'S VISION"
from English With Mia

In a small village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her kind heart and gentle spirit, but what set her apart was her mysterious ability to see visions of the future in her dreams.

One night, as Maya slept soundly in her modest cottage, she had a vivid dream. In her dream, she found herself standing before an ancient oak tree, its branches reaching toward the sky like outstretched arms. Beneath the tree, a figure cloaked in shadow beckoned her forward.

"Maya," the figure whispered, its voice echoing like distant thunder. "You possess a gift a gift that can change the fate of our village."

Startled but curious, Maya stepped closer, her heart pounding with anticipation. The figure revealed itself to be the Oracle, a mystical being said to hold the secrets of past, present, and future.

"The future of our village hangs in the balance," the Oracle continued. "But with your gift, you can guide us toward a brighter tomorrow."

Maya listened intently as the Oracle spoke of looming dangers and hidden opportunities. She saw images of crops withering in the fields, of storms raging across the countryside, and of darkness threatening to engulf the village.

But amidst the shadows, Maya also glimpsed moments of hope a community coming together to rebuild, fields blooming with abundance, and laughter echoing through the streets once more.

Awakening from her dream, Maya knew that she had a responsibility to her village. She shared her visions with the village elders, who listened with both scepticism and hope.

Days turned into weeks, and Maya's visions proved to be prophetic. With her guidance, the villagers prepared for the challenges ahead, fortifying their homes against the storm and banding together to tend to the crops.

When the storm finally arrived, it was fierce and relentless. But thanks to Maya's warnings, the villagers were ready. They worked tirelessly to protect their homes and livelihoods, standing united against the fury of nature.

As the storm subsided and the sun emerged from behind the clouds, the village emerged stronger than ever. The fields flourished, the homes stood firm, and a sense of peace settled over the land.

Maya's gift had not only saved the village from disaster but had also brought the community closer together. People from all walks of life came to her for guidance, seeking her wisdom and insight.

In the end, Maya realized that her gift was not just about seeing the future—it was about using that knowledge to make a difference in the lives of those around her. And as she watched the sunset over the tranquil village, she knew that her journey was only beginning.

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