At dawn
nothing stirs but blossoms
caught a-whirl in wind.
Author Archives: Amanda
Stars
Inky fabric
prickled with light
a maze of stars.
Brittle
Inside me,
he grew delicate roots
brittle as glass.
Sunrise
Sparkling star-like
on roses, dewdrops
ignited by sunrise.
Storm Damage
At dawn
torn blossoms litter our bed:
storm damage.
Mum
A breeze whispers
through the peony roses
expelling scents of Mum.
People Like Her by Ellery Lloyd
‘A bent on existentialism bubbles beneath the surface of Emmy’s flawlessly crafted Instagram world.’
How Setting Shapes Characterisation
‘We imprint ourselves on our personal space.’
Character Rituals and Routines
‘When you think about a story character, do you ever think about their rituals or routines?’
A Sprinkle of Stars
‘A slice of moon provides a night-light as I cradle my suckling newborn…’