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~ The clearing…. ~


Stars they shine                                    

on the lake so bright,                                    

Stardust on the water                    

bringing luminescence to this night,                                        

Faeries fly in and out of the dust                                              

as it does fall,                      

Its branches drink the water                              

the willow elegant and tall,                                                

The smell of  chestnut oak, silver birch                                        

and damp soil fill the air,                                

A spider cocoons a moth                    

with never a care,                                    

A symphony by the crickets              

plays at the oak trees base,                                        

A family of bats they listen quietly                                      

eyes closed serene of face,                              

An owl sits on the highest branch                              

looking for a midnight snack,                                                

He spies a small mouse scurrying                        

and with a swoop is on the attack,                          

A lone doe drinks at                              

the waters edge,                            

The stag on the look out                        

stands near the hedge,                                    

Baby bunnies jump in clover                      

some stand and sniff the air,                            

Their mother makes a noise                      

a warning to beware,                            

A magpie flies in                                    

beak full of silver stardust,                                      

To own the things that sparkle                                    

for him is a must,                                              

A male thrush twitches                                        

in his nest,                              

The female keeps their eggs covered                      

but nestles into his chest,                              

The moon shines in this clearing                                

captures this rare sight,                                        

Softest breeze echoes barest words                                         

as mother nature says goodnight….    



The hallway lit                            

by candlelight,                                      

Dark shadows flicker                                  

in the night,                          

The web weavers on                          

the window sill,                              

The draft that comes creeping                                      

gives such a chill,                                  

A shadow standing                              

at the end of the hall,                              

A woman in a hospital gown                                        

ever so tall,                                                

She stared with eyes                                  

as black as night,                                  

Looked deep in my soul                                      

with malice and fright,                                                

Slowly I just                                  

backed away,                                          

Turned ever so slowly                                          

without delay,                      

I reached the stair                            

and with a fright,                                          

A man was hanging                          

from the ceiling light,                                      

His eyes looked on                                        

from an empty soul,                                        

Dark eyes you could drown in                                                  

those eyes could capture you whole,                                              

Slowly I crept                        

down the stair,                                                          

Each creak like thunder                                            

telling the dead I was there,            

At the foot of the stair                                          

 lay the dining room,          

Where shadows move around                                          

seen in spite of the gloom,                                                  

To the right                                          

there is the study,                                      

A man was killed there                            

known affectionately as Buddy,                                        

 I opened the door                                    

can’t believe what I see,                                      

A total massacre                    

lay before me,                              

Blood spatter                      

across the ceiling and walls,                    

His head lolls to one side                              

where more blood falls,                            

His neck slit viciously                              

 from above,                                          

It was his wife the villain                              

she was incapable of love,                                                        

Turn and slowly                                  

towards the kitchen I go,                                      

My footsteps are heavy                          

and ever so slow,                                      

This house is alive                                      

it feeds off a persons clean soul,                                      

It will grind you down slowly                                      

then suck you up whole,                        

Past the woman at the sink                              

her insides hanging out,                                    

Multiple stab wounds                                  

yet she didn’t shout,                                        

Her husband a drunkard                                        

control freak insane,                                      

She had smiled at a delivery man                                        

 that was her crime her end game,                                            

Out the back door I go                            

as fast as can be,                                

Of this house and this nightmare                                          

I need to be free,                                

But the house has left it s mark                            

got it s hands on my soul,                                    

And as I’m hit by a car                                                          

it greedily swallows me whole…. 





~ Bedtime Story…. ~

At bed time I often make something up for my children, a poem, a story, something. I’m sharing this little one with you all. It’s not the best, far from it but, they liked it.

I dream’t  of my aunt

she wanted a kiss,

I gave a big shudder

I wish I could miss,

Walking on a chessboard

I stood beside a knight,

The air around him deadly

imagine my sheer fright,

So scared I ran

across the board,

A battle around me

as each side fought and scored,

Stepping through the shrubbery

I entered a hollow clearing,

And then a deafening noise

just what could I be hearing,

A giant bird swooped down

it’s talons all bright red,

Shouting I awoke

as I tumbled out of bed,

I thundered down the hallway

into my parents room,

Dad snoring my mom sleeping

as I looked into the gloom,

I heard a creak in the hall and scrambled

over my dads feet,

Up beside my mom

and with a warm hug she did greet,

Just as I was feeling safe

I felt something creeping up my thigh,

And as I was….

….about to shriek….

mom said “Anthony! Your scaring your brother…. Why?”




As my boys like to play tricks and scare one another this gives giggles and the phrases “Yeah and it was me that scared you!” “You just wait till your asleep, I’m gonna get you”. And others. Followed by more laughter.  🙂


(Start behaving or I’m gonna turn you into a toad!!!!)

~ Spell ~

Geophizz and                          


The wings off a fairy                                  

a fat pink frog,                                          

Shelves and tables                                        

all laden with books,                                      

Spiders on their webs in niches                                

and nooks,                              

A cauldron on a hook                              

above flames alight,                                        

Plumes of colored smoke                                                  

escape to the night,                                          

A shadow moves                          

around the gloom,                      

The caged animals try to hide                                        

with the impending doom,                                                      

A stunning silver bird                                    

is plucked from the rest,                                          

It’s fragile heart                      

ripped out of it’s chest,                                                    

As some words are said                                                

it’s held up high,                                      

Then thrown in the cauldron                                  

it’s last scream is why,                              

The smoke turns red                            

the last chanting s begun,                          

The spell weavers words                            

will not be undone….   



~ Ruby-Jade’s poem ~

~ Dreamscape ~


I hope that you see starlight                                          

and majestic fireflies,                                              

Fairies in luminescent moonlight                                                    

cascading light across night skies,                                                  

 Dreaming as you slumber                                  

of shooting stars that explode with a bang,                                                                  

Revealing lots of sparkles they remind you                                                                    

of the water nymphs laughter as they sang,                                                

And as the pixies dance                                      

the night away,                                            

The tree nymph talks to the unicorn                  

about the coming day,                                              

The leprechauns talk to the wise old owl                                                        

 up in the old oak tree,                                    

 And two little fairies fly in and out                                                                          

of the ivy grown wild and free,                                                        

The soft wind carries a lullaby                                                      

 a melody on the breeze,                                      

A reminder for all that it’s time for bed                                                            

come flying through the trees,                                                    

As all the gathering                                

go home to bed,                                                              

You dream on under your soft quilt                            

pillow under your head,                                            

The sun it does now slowly rise                                                                        

and kisses your pink blossom cheeks,                                                  

And I know that you will be back to your dream shores                                                                        

of merriment and laughter while  the rest of us sleeps….





Bathed in sweat and moonlight

back arched up against these pains,

Wrists split cut and bleed

can’t break free of these tight reins,

My heart it just beats faster

like a steady beating drum,

My skin it starts to tingle

a real strange rhythm starts to hum,

and then I hear the creaking

foot steps coming up the stair,

On my constraints I pull much harder

my eyes fill with despair,

Slowly the door opens

a shadow fills the room,

He closes the door and stands there

a heavy weight in the gloom,

I tried to plead and plead with him

but my throat closes like a vice,

My minds raging body’s burning

but I shiver like I’m ice,

I hear him sighing deeply

as he walks across the room,

My heart reaches a crescendo

with the knowledge of impending doom,

As he moves across the floor

something glints quite brightly,

Something silver in his hand

that he grips so tightly,

I feel I’ve been plunged

down a hole,

Want to beg be swift

release my soul,

He reaches for my binds

not making a sound,

The policeman my rescuer

I have finally been found….

Got you all didn’t I!!!!


In to deep to say goodbye….
Oh lord please help,
I need a little courage,little wisdom,little faith,
faith in myself to tell the difference,
I’ve been running down the wrong path,
banging on the wrong door,
Thinking I was right but no I’m wrong,
how can I have not seen for so long,
That night, the outside bar, she sat on a stool,
I remember no reflection in the pool,
How could I have not seen
the consequences that would mean?
Did I never care?
her reflection wasn’t there….
She looked at me
with hunger bright,
A victim caught within her light,
Entrapment it was there
and still I didn’t care….
I didn’t have the faith I needed
beauty…. one of her many a tool,
And with desire, I was so blinded
to no reflection in the pool….

~ A story ~

Holly’s story

~ Shush! ~

Look at the stars all sparkly and bright.

Look at the moon all round and white.

Go slowly down through the fluffy clouds, go down to the  big oak tree.

Who is sleeping?

who can we see?

Look there is squirrel with mummy and daddy, all curled up safe and snug. Oh look there is the great big owl, looking at us before he fly’s away.

Whats that? Can you hear it? Can you hear that noise?


Lets go down to the long green grass. Lets go see who’s there….

Oh look it’s hedgehog, shuffling his feet and snuffling his nose.

Shush! don’t scare him.

Lets be quiet and let him go.

I wonder, can you hear that noise? It sounds like snoring!

Let’s go see who’s snoring!

Shush! It’s Duck snoring!

Can you hear?


Shush,  lets be quiet,don’t wake duck up….

Who else can we see?

Look its Frog hopping on the lily pads, Frog is going to play with his friends….

Splash! They jump off the lily pads. Splash! they jump of the log.

Shush! Lets be quiet not to scare them.

Lets keep going.

Lets go to the farm, I wonder who we will see?

Shush! Lets be quiet! We don’t want to wake anyone.

Who is in the barn?

Oh look! It’s Cow! and her mummy and daddy the Bull.

Shush! Don’t wake them, they are sleeping.

Lets be quiet.

Look there is pig in her stall, look all the baby piglets are sleeping.

Shush! Don’t wake them! Lets be very quiet, shush lets go!

Look there is horse and her mummy.

Shush they are sleeping. Lets be quiet.

As we leave we see cat asleep on the hay, shush! Don’t wake cat, let her sleep.

Let’s take a look at the hen house, I wonder if the hens are asleep?

Let’s look quietly.

All the hens  are sleeping, the baby chicks too.

Lets be quiet, we don’t to wake them.


Let’s sneak past dog, we must be very, very quiet. Tiptoe, tiptoe past dog.

Shush not to wake him!


Listen! Whats that noise?

It is goose and goat.

Shush! Don’t wake them! Lets be quiet! Shush!

Lets go look in the meadow.  Who will we find?

Look! It’s Fox running with her cubs! Lets be quiet and not scare them.


Look! There is Mouse! Shush, we will frighten her! She is looking for food.

Lets be quiet!

Lets go back to the farm.

Creep past Goose and Goat sleeping, sneak past Dog sleeping, lets be really quiet.

Look everyone in the farm house is sleeping!

Shush! Look!

Farmer and farmers wife are sleeping, farmers daughter and baby are sleeping.

The Farmers family get up very, very early.

Shush! Lets be quiet not to wake them

Lets go back to the pond but, shush! Lets be quiet.

Lets go back through the grass and back up the big oak tree. Shush! We must be quiet….

Slowly we look up through the fluffy clouds, up at the sparkly stars. We look at the big bright moon.

The world is asleep….


Good night!

The above was written for my 2yr old with the emphasis on being quiet and the fact that she has to shush! Hope you all like it. I found its just long enough that as I finish telling her it, her eyes are closing for sleep!

Happy hugs all and may you all have a fantastic day!

Take care, Nem.x.

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