Flip-Top Head – dVerse Open Link Week 124

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful responses?

Here’s another trip inside my mind for you, dear readers. Life has a habit of being a bit full at times, doesn’t it? Gets in the way of the real stuff – you know, like writing…..


– Flip-Top Head –

When life interferes with my creativity

It makes me cross, I get real fidgety

Bills to be paid, work to be done

It drains my brain, erodes the fun

of making believe, designing a life

When it all gets too much, the heroine’s strife

is removed just like that by my own, fair hand

Because in books I can do that, it’s like it’s been planned

to the nth degree on reams, brilliant white

Or at least on computer in the dead of the night

Insomnia’s messy, it spaghettis my mind

The deep, dark corners are where you will find

a plot well-drawn, a start, middle and end

Real life ain’t like that –

Is it?

Insomnia – dVerse Open Link Week 123

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful responses?

Last night I woke at 2am – and that was the end of my sleep for the night. I was in a strange hotel room (strange to me, that is, not bizarre!), in an unfamiliar bed, anticipating an out of the ordinary day ahead. Today, I attended the memorial service for my dad in the OBE Chapel at St Paul’s Cathedral. I read one of his poems in the most beautiful of surroundings, watched over by Nelson’s tomb and the gravestone of William Blake. It was a stunning experience and extremely humbling.

Here are some of the thoughts that were running through my head in the depths of last night.

I suspect I’ll sleep well tonight, back in my own bed.

Let me know what you think…


– Insomnia –

Celebrating the life of…
In the wee small hours
A good night’s sleep, guaranteed
Taxi at 9am
Twenty minutes’ walk to St Paul’s
Don’t forget the map, the poem
No, remember them, not don’t forget
What’s that light?
Just the smoke alarm, guarding me
It’s so quiet here, on the edge of The City
I ought to –
I should –
My eyes are so tired
I wish I was in my own bed
I wonder if I’ll sleep before the alarm goes off?
I hope it all goes OK
I need a holiday
Sunshine, a beach
Space in my head
Celebrating the life of…