Author Archives: Helen

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.

Little Piggie

  Little piggie with a knife Little piggy dripping blood Little piggie takes a life Little piggie understood   Laughing masked man in the dark Screaming music like a lark Drawn across a bed of nails Dripping fear and screaming … Continue reading

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The Skull

  My family have a gift. Every one of us was born with it. The prescience, the sense of death or disaster coming. Like a little tribe of Cassandras, it’s not a pleasant offering, and we quickly learned not to … Continue reading

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Red Queen

White as white as white With blood red stains to tell their tale The pomp and circumstance The wailing, wretched, dark trevail   The red queen comes And by the pricking Of childish thumbs We hear the thunder and the … Continue reading

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The Scarecrow

  Lilly always said the scarecrow was her friend.  The rest of us kids didn’t like it. We wouldn’t admit it, but we found the ugly monstrosity really scary. Kids never admit they’re afraid, but they usually are. Of thigs that … Continue reading

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Full Six Feet Deep

Full six feet deep we sleep The canopy of stars and clouds may weep Across the centuries we sweep Our secrets and our lies to keep Full six feet deep we sleep   Full six feet deep we lie Our … Continue reading

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Man In Shadows

Man in shadows in the rain Face is hidden from your sight You might wish he would remain Or on seeing him take flight He’s like death And on his breath A promise sparkles bright In the rain such shadows … Continue reading

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Purple Princess

Purple princess of the dawn From the flesh your beauty torn From the air your whirling mind You’re a creature of their kind Half like us and half insane Beauty saturates and stains Till nothing else remains Purple princess of … Continue reading

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The Hands

The last thing I saw was the hands. I’m the only witness, the only one left behind after the picnic. The one who wandered off, following butterflies into the forest in the other direction, only roused to return when I … Continue reading

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Re-Membering

Image Credit: Teodor Lazarev/Shutterstock.com They call it re-membering. The process makers have a kind of dry sense of humour. It’s actually the head that comes first, to bring back the seat of the soul, and the sensory apparatus, but that’s … Continue reading

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Crows Fly at Night

Crows fly at night Dawn wakens bright Red with blood and death As we lay the wreath Perfect in our sight Crows sing at dawn New world is born Red with death and blood Ushers in a god Heaven plundered, … Continue reading

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