Hello, I'm Kate.
Pleased to meet you and hope I find you well.
Reading is a passion of mine. My perfect day is having nowhere to go and nothing to do, sitting curled up on a couch, nose-deep in a book with a steaming cup of Earl Grey or Smoky Lapsang Suchong and some Hobnobs within arm's reach. I love being totally absorbed in a book. To not be aware of my surroundings.
It comes from me being a typical bookworm, reading under the bedcovers of a night with a small torch when I was supposed to be asleep. I once had my torch taken off me after being found still reading at 2 a.m. I promptly switched on my electric blanket and read by the little light on the 'on/off' switch and nearly passed out from the heat!
I loved writing stories when I was younger. However, being a shy person, the thought of getting up in front of people and reading my stories out loud terrified me to the point of panic (still does). So I gave up writing and got a 'proper' job. Over the years, I have periodically dipped my toe back in the literary pool.
I have started and scrapped so many stories, poems and half-started ideas, I've lost count. I spent too long worrying about whether people would like them. My biggest regret is destroying it all.
This is a collection of some of my poems.
I haven’t categorised them in any way as personally, I like to be surprised by what I am reading, rather than ‘Sad Poems, Happy Poems’ which will annoy some people and please others.
I hope that you enjoy this collection.
I welcome any constructive feed back - your favourite, your least favourite etc. If any resonate with you, drop me a line and tell me why, I'd love to hear from you.
Speak to you again soon.
Thanks for listening
If I could make a bubble in time
I’d take us both inside
Where we’d be safe
From prying eyes
And everyday life
Like twinned stars in the Universe
Dancing a waltz or two
To the sound of a musical box band
An enduring ‘one to one’
And see the stars as they were
A billion years ago
Within this bubble all alone
The ‘Wheel of Ages’ would rest
And eternally we would be
Drifting in our shiny bubble
Floating in timeless primordial space
I sit here, desolate
A forgotten relic
No card on the mantelpiece
Showing pictures of tea cups and gardening gloves
When did I become boring?
Have I always been but hadn’t noticed?
Or is it that people can’t be bothered
To take the time
Just to pick a nice card
Is it too much trouble now?
We don’t want to look heartless
So now we just text
‘HBD xx smiley face’
Not even the full words
No need to make the effort
To type it all out as they’ll
‘Know what it means’.
As we rush away after texting
To the next ‘must do’ on our list
Rushing from one imagined urgent thing to another
Like the White Rabbit
‘No time, No Time’
No time to enjoy
The flowers in a garden
A frosted cobweb
Thunder & lightening
Rush, rush, rush –Sad, sad, sad.
A card for the mantelpiece –
Is that too much to ask?