At the start of the year the universe was calling me to write a new set of poems. I let the ideas that I had sit with me for a while and then I set about writing out what would be the storyline into what the poems would fit. It seemed the work would involve written set pieces and poetry. I was all set to go and then...... THE WORLD SEEMED TO GO CRAZY! It became clear to me that I was not being called to write out MY idea but that I needed to report on what was happening in the world and how it was making me feel.

the BLACK dog is a term used to describe depression and it a dark dog. As I started this work we are in a very dark, depressing time in the world and I had to reflect on that. So this is me, the Dark dog, barking back at the world! This is very much a live piece of work as we turn through this year. I also have my reflections in here, on my own thoughts, feelings and life. This is my heart open and my soul on show for anyone to see. It is me being brave, I hope you enjoy!




I walked along paths that took each footstep back to my past

In my mind I was a child once more, walking to school or the local shops

I took in the changes and all that had remained the same

Memory lane 


I looked over at the new houses that had once been a field green

Where people would build a bonfire for fireworks night

I pointed out thing to my partner

Who is my present, now walking my past


Names of people long forgotten came back as I said

"He lived here, she lived there."

All of those memories so neatly hidden

Not so forgotten after all


Now as I approached my childhood home

Across the road from the church

I looked across the road

I could almost me see my sister, my brother and I playing in the snow


The memory of those huge icicles hanging down from the roof

An innocent time, a cherished time

I can see mt brother and I out looking for spent fireworks the morning after bonfire night

Or looking for slow worms in a field


Now filled with the worries of the world I try to find my way

God only knows what I would do if I could not express myself this way

For our minds are a kind of time machine, we go back and forth

Only now I have you on this journey of me 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...