Hard to Swallow

Head empty of thought

muscles no longer taut

with eyes that stare past a face


A life in regression

the battle with depression

is fought with a tiny pill

It slows our thoughts and calms our nerves

by taking away our will


Hard to cope, we give up hope

and stop the questioning why

The world feels safer under our duvet

so off we go to lie


The darkness is our favourite time

When all the world is still

And we sit without thought or energy

and swallow the bitter pill


Away with the fairies, Colleen’s Diary, Part 12

Hello everyone, 

I’ve had a peaceful week of house cleaning, cupboard sorting and WORLD BUILDING. 

On our trip to the Island recently, I discovered something entirely  brand new to me. I hadn’t known it existed, it was almost  like a parallel universe.

We’d found ourselves drawn to a stunning shop window display containing…


Yep, lots and lots of tiny fairies.

Some sitting on lichen covered logs, others appeared to be happily living in plant pots with an assortment of tiny friends and accessories. 

There were toad-stools, fairy doors, unicorns, magical smoking trees and shiny twinkling fairy caves!

“Mcfee and Me” wandered inside and I spent an absolute age choosing which of the tiny miniatures to take back home with us. 

Now, we don’t have a garden or backyard even, to make a ‘Proper” fairy garden in, but I figured I could rustle up a pretty plant pot similar to the ones I’d seen in the store.

That was my inspiration.

So a small plant pot with maybe a length  of  lichen covered log, a couple of toadstools, the unicorn, the little smoking tree the fairy door and of course the beautifully petite fairy  with a Ruby coloured gem stone (my birth month is July).

When we arrived back home though, I got a little caught up,

I looked on Pinterest, 

I Googled fairy house images,

I checked out blog posts,

I looked for even more Fairy accessories on Amazon…

I got confused for a few days with all the lovely fairy gardens that I could copy, some were shown hanging in ornate glass baubles others alongside live plants in pretty terrariums.

It was looking like it could turn out to be rather more expensive than I first imagined, then it dawned on me, I’ve already got lots of things to make fantasy worlds with right under my nose.

This is what I’ve ended up with, it’s not exactly what I had in mind when I bought the tiny little fairy but I think she likes it,

I love it!!!

It’s brought together all our little ornaments and seashells, along with old holiday souvenirs collected from over the years and photograph frames and re-purposed them into “themes”,

I’ve added fairy lights that I had lying around, as well as the grass rolls, to the fairy scene. 

I’d bought those a few weeks earlier thinking Georgie, my cat may like them, but he doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve “borrowed” them, 

And it seems that parallel universe that I thought I knew nothing about… I’m already in it!!!

Who knew 😉

I do hope you’ve all had a great week,  


In His Fathers Footsteps


“When the baking is done we’ll go and have fun”,

I promised, and ruffled his hair.

My  birthday boy clutches his newest toy,

a boat that he’s itching to sail,

he gives me a grin then he’s off in a spin,

leaving a breeze in his trail!


“Daddy where are you? I’m going to help mum,

when she’s finished baking she says she can come.

We’re all going to the lake and I’m going to take

the boat that you gave me to sail”.


Daddy appeared and my heart cheered,

to hear that he’d mended the car.

Despite the talk of how we could walk,

the lake was really quite far.



With Grandparents in tow,

it seemed too far to go

they’d insisted that they would be fine. 


There were others nearby,

but when I’d asked why “They wouldn’t do instead?”

“It has to be this lake… its special to us”

and the Grandparents nodded their head.


We’d all stood on  the shale,

 watching them sail the prized possession,

his boat“. 

A wonderful sight to share their delight,

that they’d managed to keep it afloat.


The memory flashed and then it had passed,

stored once again in my heart.

Like the boat in the toy box over 60 years old

passed down through the family,

its colours still bold!


Our grandson would love it, just like his dad did,

and his dad before him, when he was a kid.

His face lights a picture from the day he turned five,

with the gift from his daddy, both beaming with pride!


My son and his father once made up the crew,

now five-year old hands would hold it anew.

 New memories to treasure thanks to this old boat.

Our grandson could not wait to set it afloat.


There was only one place to sail the keepsake.

Our hearts burst with love as we head for the lake.