A Different Kind of Love – A Poem

I watched them5eb05e1713beac4d5462088a39ef2e25

swim, the water

moving over their

bodies like quicksilver.

Colin swam up

to me. I was

sitting on the

edge of the pool.

“Why don’t you come in and play?”

He asked me.

“The water feels really good.”

I shook my

head, unsure of

what was holding

me back. The

sun came out

and it glanced

off of Colin’s

skin, highlighting the

muscles in his chest.

“I want to.”

He splashed me

with some water.

“So come in and play. You already got your feet wet. What’s the problem?”

I took a

moment to think

about all of it.

“I wrote my romance novels when I was unhappy. I wrote them when I had love, but it wasn’t real.”

Colin smiles and

sluices himself with

water so that

he is glistening.

“So?”

“So? Now I have love, real and true love.”

He grinned mischievously

at me. He

swam even closer.

“Then what’s the problem? Shouldn’t having true love only enrich your stories? Don’t you want to share that kind of love with others?”

I thought about

his words. I

had assumed that

writing romances when

I was with

someone who made

me happy would

be some kind

of betrayal. Instead,

it was a

reflection of that

kind of love.

I tried again.

“I wrote about broken men finding love in the most unlikely of ways. I don’t to write that kind of character anymore.”

Laughing, Colin splashed

me with more water.

“So don’t. You now have a different kind of love then you were used to. So write that. And I don’t think that any of them were broken.”

“You don’t?”

“No. They were brave enough to accept the gift of love, even though it terrified them. As you were brave enough to do with the love you have now.”

He reached out

and touched the

place on my

chest where my

heart lay beneath.

“You need to celebrate that kind of love.”

I tried one

more time to

make my case.

“But I want to write something important, something that touches people.”

Colin gave me

a stern look.

“And doesn’t every romance do that? Do they not connect right to a person’s heart, making them feel pure and true emotion? What’s more important than that?”

He put his

hand on my

shoulder and looked

at me right

in the eyes.

I almost lost

in their colour,

a light hazel,

flecked with bits

of gold and

green. He leaned

in closer to

me and I

smelled spice and

a citrus scent.

“Listen to your heart. It knows what it wants to write. Right?”

Colin began to

swim closer to

where Percy was

waiting for him,

the water gliding

off of Percy’s

body as he

stood to meet

his lover. Colin

looked back at

me, raising a

hand to his

eyes to block

the bright sun.

“Hey, do Percy and I get a happy ending?”

I laughed out

loud at the question.

“Doesn’t every romance end with a happy ending?”

I stood and

went back inside,

itching to write

about a different

kind of love.

 

The Tree We’ve Grown Together – A Poem

This poem is for Michael for our two year anniversary. I often find that my words are lacking and can’t truly capture how I feel about you, but they will have to do.

Love you Michael, so very much.

 

When we first startedSmall

on our journey together,

we made a seed of light.

We planted it in the ground

and over time, we made sure

that it had all it could need

so that it could grow into

something wonderful.

Our love was like water

to the seed, nurturing it

within the ground.

Our support for each other

was like the earth,

keeping it safe storms.

Every time we said

“I love you.”

to each other, that was

like the wind. And

every time we felt our

hearts growing bigger with

love for each other,

that was like the sun,

shining down upon it.

Now our seed has grown

into a tree that stretches

its branches out from

the earth and into the sky.

Its branches reach into the

clouds themselves and along

all of the branches, there are

mementos and ornaments

of the time we’ve spent together.

I can hardly wait to see

where the tree will take us

and how we will grow with it,

until it touches the heavens

and beyond.

Of Stars and Light – A Poem

StarlightSymbolism3This is for Rachael who is lovely and fabulous. Happy Birthday! 🙂

 

There is a joy that

comes from you and

fills others with brightness.

There is a wisdom that

resides inside of you

that is beyond your years.

Countless times, you’ve

given counsel and comfort,

asking nothing in return.

Your laughter is like

sweetest music; it fills

the air around it with

light. Sometimes, I

swear that I can see

stars sparkling around you

when you laugh. It is

infectious and beautiful,

just as you are. Often,

I am in awe of your courage,

your strength, your determination.

You are a joy and inspiration

to all who know you.

You are made from

stars and light and

everything wonderful.

 

The Finding of Martha Lost by Caroline Wallace – A Book Review

51oUBdGNtNL._SX309_BO1,204,203,200_It is 1976 and Martha has been lost all of her life and has no idea how her story begins.

Found in a suitcase in the Lime Street station in Liverpool, she has lived her whole life under the domineering finger of her Mother, an overly religious woman who fears the devil. Martha works at the stations lost property office. It’s a good fit for Martha has a gift for finding things and the people they belong to.

Her life changes when Mother passes away. Not sure what part of her story has begun, perhaps part six. She tries to settle into her new motherless life, but somehow still under her thumb. Martha is the Liver Bird of Lime Street and has never left Lime Street station. Without her, the station would crumble to nothingness.

Thank goodness she has a few distractions in her life. There is Elizabeth that works next door in the coffee bar. She’s always encouraging Martha to let go and be free and always has a slice of cake for her. There’s a boy that’s dressed as a Roman solider that watches her from afar. There’s also a homeless man that uses a fishing pole to snag food out of rubbish bins.

There’s even an Australian tourist, Max, who has a suitcase full of Beatles recordings and photos that were thought to be lost. He asks for Martha’s help to find the ashes of Mal Evans, a man that is credited with helping the Beatles on their rise to stardom.

Then Martha receives a letter from station management asking her to provide her birth certificate and her National Insurance Number or face eviction. The lost property office is all she has ever known, her whole world.

Elizabeth tells her to write to someone that could help her so Martha devises a plan. She places a poster on the wall outside the lost property office that reads: DO YOU KNOW MY MOTHER OR FATHER? She receives an answer written throughout the entirety of The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather and thus starts communication with someone who perhaps knows how her story started.

Will Martha be brave enough to find out who she really is?

My plot summary fails to capture the magic of this novel. It does nothing to capture the depth of emotion and the sheer joy of reading it, nor does it capture the heart. There’s simply no way that a summary of events in the novel will capture that. This is a novel that isn’t merely read; you experience every moment and live right along with Martha as she learns who she is and what matters most.

For me, reading this novel felt like travelling back in time. The Finding of Martha Lost has a luminescent quality to its story and its pages. It was almost as if I were flipping through an old photo album, so real was Martha Lost.

I love the characters that people this novel in surprising ways. Elizabeth and George Harris, always dressed as a Roman solider. There’s William who my heart just went out to and then there’s Martha, lovely Martha with her love of books, that I just wanted to reach into the pages and hug so I could offer some sort of comfort. The characters that people this novel are that real, that lifelike.

The true prowess of Wallace’s writing lies in the fact that she deals with some terrible life issues, yet the novel still feels magical. It deals with religious mania, abandonment, having a baby out of wedlock, the war and how it affected the lives of everyone around them and secrets that are too painful to share. Wallace manages to cover all this and more and still the novel reads like a wonderful fairy tale for adults that does what all good fairy tales do: It teaches us something about ourselves along the way and helps us believe in magic once again.

I will miss Martha, Elizabeth, William and George Harris with all my heart. Thankfully, they will be waiting for me when I once again pick up The Finding of Martha Lost and let myself be transported back in time.

Glitter and Stardust – A Poem

There is a light inside of me,small glitter

made from the stars and the sun.

It shines bright and beautiful

and touches everything I do.

Sometimes, my body can’t

contain the light. It flows

from my body, leaving

sparkles in my wake

as I walk. The glitter

rides on the wind until

everyone else is entranced

and they, too, are dancing.