Summer Rain



It has taken a long time for me to write this Haiku poem.  I usually don’t do poetry but I thought I’d give it a go.


Rain through my glass pane


A Fading Memory



During past summers as I passed by the house with the rose garden.  I would stop as I noticed the abundance of colour that would fill my eyes as a floral aroma drifted lightly from the roses.

I also like to remember the girl who played in the rose garden.  She always looked scruffy, her dresses were too short and her hair was never tidy.  Her plaits never stayed put and her ribbons fell undone.

A Shade Of The Past

Photography, Writing


In June, I was on the ‘Finding Samuel Morley Photography Project’ based at Backlit Gallery.  As part of this project I went out in Nottingham with the group taking photos of old places and buildings associated with Samuel Morley, some of which had changed over time, but some of them had stayed the same. There were moments that I’ll never forget.

When I visited the old building on Newark and Manvers Street in Sneinton, once owned by I&R Morley’s, who used it as premises for their textile and hosiery factory, I cautiously descended the hard concrete stairs, which led me into a cool, dimly lit basement.

Over the next six weeks our writers group for women in Nottingham are going to put pen to paper to share our unique stories. We will be sharing personal snapshots from moments in our lives.

The pieces of our work produced by the end of the memoir writing sessions will all contribute to a printed anthology, which will be published in a hard copy book aswell as in e-book. They will be available to buy in Waterstones Book Shops and on Amazon. So our group of women will become published authors by the end of the workshops and will have the chance to read our pieces out in front of an audience.

The proceeds from the sale of the books will go to the charity of choice, decided by the group.

I shall be participating in the memoir writing and also be contributing to the printed anthology. I think this is a wonderful opportunity and could open doors to lots of new possibilities. This is certainly a chance not to be missed.  As I don’t have much writing experience, I feel lucky to have fallen upon this opportunity so soon.

The women in our group come from a mixture of backgrounds and cultures,  So, I think the book will make a very good read.

The memoir workshops, editing and printing will be handled by Global Words and the Nottingham Women’s Centre.

I shall leave you with a snippet from my short story….

Being careful of the thorns, I find myself amid the tender ripe Roses. Their pastel hues seem to radiate a delicate aroma and I notice that near to the heart of the flowers, the petals are folded so neatly, that I wondered what possibly, could be hidden away?