Petrichor

IMG_0989

There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed

It rolls on through

Quiet at first
But growing
To reach a thundering din

Clattering on your rooftops
Rushing down the drains
It presses summer tears
Down dusty window panes

Why then must you be saddened?
It’s only rain it’s true
But dance with me dear stranger
What else is there to do?

There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed
This rain it frees your soul and more
To leave the sweetest petrichor

~

Book Review: Bad Behaviour, Rebecca Starford

bad-behaviourGoodreads Blurb:

It should have been a time of acquiring confidence, building self respect and independence, of fostering a connection with the natural world through long hikes…

A gripping, compulsively readable memoir of bullying at an elite country boarding school.

 

 

 

 

My Thoughts:

Reading Bad Behaviour off the back of The Golden Child was either an interesting coincidence or just not a very well thought out decision on my part. I do not regret reading this memoir, more than that, I am so glad I did, but I feel there is a certain waiting time that I should have taken before reading a book of such a similar strain. The more I think about it now however, the more I come to realise that whenever I read it, I would still be just as shaken.

In writing Bad Behaviour, Rebecca Starford has written something which is incredibly, but beautifully raw. She paints a brutal picture of the pack mentality which can develop within large groups of school girls and how that can affect the victims of the resulting bullying. Her year spent in a Victorian boarding school not only brought out a side of herself which she never thought she had, but also left her scarred.

For me, this memoir left a much deeper impression than I could ever have expected. The scenes and actions of the girls a reminder of the first couple of years at my own all girls’ high school. Though for me and my year of girls the bullying never got as bad, it was all still was painfully familiar, and not just the group dynamic but the people as well. Despite this, it was written in such a way that even though the events recorded were true enough, to me they felt almost surreal. So that in finishing this book I was left with the feeling of waking up from a bad dream.

Reading the breakdown of the relationship between Rebecca and her mother however was what most struck a chord with me. It is something which I found to be the most heartbreaking to read. Lastly Rebecca Starford’s memoir is poignant, deep, and a real insight into the turmoil which teens experience and work through at this age. Beautifully written, this memoir something which I am sure will stay with me for quite a while.

Wordle #147 – Flashover

IMG_0910

Latch the door
My friend
Your heart
It will be mine

Let me take you in my arms
And hold you tight

Your simple iridescence
Enchants me
Heart and soul

So…

Follow my lead now
Take one step back
Forward the next

Let passion lead the way
Inseperable we spin
To make our own ballet

Legs, arms, chests
We move as one
Our perfect harmony

Relieve yourself of fear
Leave the media behind
It’s just us now

We levitate, and
Through heat and heart
It carries us away

~

Written for this weeks Wordle on MindLoveMisery’s Menagery! I really loved the words this week 🙂 This one is for my favourite fictional couple at the moment, Magnus and Alec from the show Shadowhunters.

Wordle #145 – Oh, Idle Soul

Oh, idle soul
Beware.
Your filter is corrupt,
Beyond those stewing thoughts,
An ugly truth does wait.

Oh, idle soul
Reach out.
Don’t cringe away now,
Your jailer’s gone for good,
To Emerald City, far.

Oh, idle soul
Away.
That ledge of yours,
Exotic in appearance,
But a crescent moon beneath

Oh, idle soul
Look far.
Your longanimity rewarded,
In the purest of angelic noise,
The perfect afflatus, for you.

Oh, idle soul.
You idle soul
Beware.

~

Written for this weeks Wordle on MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie 🙂 It is a little late, and the first one I’ve written in quite a while, but I’m getting my creative juices back and this felt like a good place to start!

Wordle #121 – Reflection

 

week-121

You,
With your esurient eyes,
Breath just as feral too.

You,
Futile in your ways,
Feed the nothingness within.

Just a reflection,
Of what we hate to be,
What we are.

Yet still,
We turn against you,
Forward through bramble,
Weed and branch.

All the while,
We throw glitter.

To cover up,
To mask, and
Exalt the guilty voice.

~

Written for this weeks Wordle prompt on Mindlovemisery 🙂

End.

It’s best to start at the end of the world.

Among the rubble and ice and fire,
Cities are crushed and children lay curled.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Where from ashes a Phoenix rises unfurled,
To nourish the land and people inspire.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Among the rubble, and ice, and fire.

~

Trying an unfamiliar form for this one, the Troilet, suggested by Yeah Write’s Poetry Slam. So I’m not 100% sure if I got it right but I’m happy with it, somewhat. It was difficult to work with but rather enjoyable all the same 🙂