To Live By The Sea

Published September 16, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

All I need is to live by the sea

to wake up to the waves crashing at my door,

sail out on a piece of driftwood,

bid good morning to the sun with open arms

I would wander down the village road,

sit outside the local pub whose landlord has a small obsession

with penguins and engage in small conversation before

drinking a sweet cider straight from the bottle

so the wind can hoot a musical tune through its neck

I would have ice cream for lunch

not one scoop but two

the owner would know me well for

I would mmmm and ahhh at the mass variety

before settling with the usual with a big grin on my face

I would sit in a field picking daisies

to make myself a delicate chain

piercing their necks with my thumb

to slowly sew them together

when the sky is that mixture of dark blues and reds

I would pick up shells dusting them off,

place into my pocket to keep

for the vacant window sill at home

I would waddle to the shore

dip my toes in the wet sand, the chilling sensation

will make me smile and think of you

I would use my finger to spell my name out

leaving the sand rooted under my nails to remind me

what I have done

I would climb the shattered rocks, losing grip now and then

thanks to my bare wet feet

I would prod the rock pools with a twig to watch the ripples

before the day is done

I would find the bench overlooking the sea,

where I meet you

stab my chips with a small wooden fork

singing to myself

“Oh I do like to live beside the Seaside”

By Emma Jane Mackay

This Starry Night-Based on Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”

Published August 26, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

Below
the village sleeps
oblivious,
unaware that tonight
is a Starry Night

the creature
that was once a Prince
watches from the tower
cursing the stars that dance
to the moon’s harp
swirls of ball gowns and suits
whirl before him
the cigar smoke strangles his throat,
his ears drown in laughter,
struggling to breathe he looks up and sees
her face, the moment
he lost all sanity

the townspeople say                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            he is different                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      his skin has yet to feel                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the warm presence of sunlight

his pointed teeth                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          lusting after bare necks                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     his features unsightly                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            a mass of melted flesh

he is not like the others                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  they call him strange, peculiar, awkward                                                                                                                                                                                                                      he is alone                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         only his past to taunt him

 a whisper in the night                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       an owl’s cry                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            a wolf’s howl                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the creature that was once a Prince                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  is night itself                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    attending a masquerade

the sky recoils                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               hiding in fear                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  tonight is a starry night                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     he buckles to the floor                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       looks up and sees his madness                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   reaching up his hands in surrender                                                                                                                                                                                                                               he screams

 

snight

Sunset

Published August 23, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

The sea clings to my skin
a fatal tear sets it a storm
I will cry this burden
for as long as it takes

I pray
your sails will fly high again
on the same horizon where we first met
the sun wept red

but yet you go
into the dark
you sailed away
from us

alone
here I still stand
upon this shore
I wait to see

Our fate
Our destiny
Our love

my heart keeps a beat
strong and free
in the waves of rage
that is the unknown sea

By Emma Jane Mackay

Health Kick-start

Published August 20, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

I warn you dear readers, this post will involve the mysteries of the female body and will include words like periods and ovaries. If you are faint of heart or do not wish to read about this information then I beg you to go drink some pimms in the sunshine.

The past few months my diary has been filled to the brim with appointments and tests at the hospital. It has been an exhausting journey, a proper rollercoaster ride except I never wanted to get on the damn thing in the first place. I want off! I am that annoying person who as soon as they have been strapped in, I am screaming that I have changed my mind. The other day was hopefully for a while at least, the last piece in the puzzle, the final bit that I needed to get done so I can sleep better at night.

As I may have mentioned before dear readers, since the whole C-section I have been paranoid that something has gone wrong. If it’s not my foot feeling wired then it’s my stomach being in agonising pain. I had convinced myself that something was amiss and it was driving me crazy. So I set about the quest to the GP where I spoke of my fears and had a number of tests done to double-check my health. All of these tests have come back and they are all good, nothing to report. The other day I had the last test done which was a scan to check my uterus and ovaries. That too went well apart from the nurse saying that I have polycystic ovaries. Come again? I queried her, I have what? I felt a little sick, what the hell was polycystic ovaries.

To save me going on and on about it, here is a detailed link of the condition.

http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/Polycystic-ovarian-syndrome/Pages/Introduction.aspx

Basically I don’t ovulate as often as other women; I can have a gap for as long as 4 to 9 months before I get my next period. My ovaries have a number of small cysts filled with fluid. This makes it harder for me to conceive. Which is ironic considering I have a son. I have learned from reading a number of websites and people’s personal experiences with this condition, that my choice of lifestyle can affect it.

It is from this that I have decided to maybe take a little bit more care of myself. I have decided to drink more water and only have diet coke now and then with dinner, eat more veg and fruit, work out more and just be more positive. I am not going to beat myself up if I decide I want to eat a whole chocolate cake. I want to take better care of myself just overall because since the whole C-section and birth of my son, I have felt unhealthy and want to take control of my body again. I am so sick of being in pain and feeling helpless. It’s time for mummy bunny to kick butt!

Now, where is that chocolate cake?

Hop hop, wiggle wiggle.

Straw No More

Published August 20, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

Out of nowhere
came the blue
a voice from the earth
an echo from the lake
a whisper in my ear
She’s gone

I take a grain
and looked into its eyes
my heart feels sick and dares
to turn
Don’t take this away from me

our unspoken goodbyes
shatter at my chest
they thunder at my skin
I am caged

a hand on my shoulder
offers sicken comfort
and ill sympathy
There was nothing we could do

no more summer days
skipping about the garden
the grass was our magic carpet
The sky was our world

now every time
my eyes look up
to those white fluffy clouds
my mind will wonder to you

That wiggle
That made me giggle

 

By Emma Jane Mackay

The End Of Me? / Dramatic Monologue Poem

Published August 19, 2014 by masonlovesdoughnuts

What is this vision of death before me?
is this what they call the end?
this figure dressed as winter’s breath
who gives a loving push over the edge

I see, myself falling

falling off this cliff top

like a spoon stuck in a jar of honey
how can these be my hands gripping the rail
they are old and soft, worn leather
with lines of confusion weaving to and fro
the cliff face gets smaller and smaller

seagulls scatter
flooding away from the scene

when did I begin to wear knitted jumpers                                                                                                                                                                                                                  with misshapen cats sitting on my chest
flexing their paws

my fingers outstretch towards the sky

my head splits on a rock

the sea bubbles with my blood
why do I feel like I have been here before
when life was free and love was divine
the sun would never go down
I see, myself
just, nowhere

Nowhere. Not even here
on this very spot
with the grass between my feet
crushing the daisies with my toes
watching them bleed pollen
I put them to a peaceful end
 I see, the end of me…
By Emma Jane Mackay

 

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