Biography
I'm based in Warrington,and work for a firm of solicitors. I'm new to this poetry lark,and haven't been writing long. Most importantly, I have plucked up the courage to post something here. Next stop, up in front of an audience....if I can control the nerves.
Samples
After Happily Ever
Cinderella, Cinderella, has she lived la vita bella
Since her final chapter settled on 'The End'?
Has she broken from her cellar, is Prince Charming still her fella,
And is Buttons still her faithful servant friend?
Are her step-sisters still ugly, does she tell them to f' off,
Has her step-mum left her father all alone?
Is Prince Charming bleeding lovely, or a right annoying toff,
And does Cinders only want to nag and moan?
Did she sire 10 mini-Cinders, or is Charming firing blanks,
Have they struggled through a year of IVF?
Is she an independent woman, or a housewife with no thanks,
And is Charming fat and balding and half-deaf?
Is our Cinders a proper slapper with a new man every week,
Is she sleeping with her coachmen on the side?
Is our heroes' union blissful, or their outcome somewhat bleak,
Is their marriage stretched across some great divide?
Is her godmother old and wrinkly, has she lost her magic powers,
Does she turn men into livestock just for fun?
Does she meddle with her wand to help her while away the hours,
Or is she doing fairy nicely, 'scuse the pun?
Cinderella is a template for so many young girls' dreams,
But a shining good example she is not.
Living out a fairy story isn't always as it seems,
We should learn to just give thanks for what we've got.
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Last blog entry
Posted on Wednesday 15th July 2009 8:08 pm
My pulse quickens,
My heart races,
My palms sweat,
I move two paces.
Forwards.
Towards you.
Eyeball to eyeball,
Breath on my face,
Moving closer and closer
Until we're almost touching.
Then I
Pucker up
Does the earth move?
No.
Do stars fall from the sky?
No.
Do fireworks race up into the night?
No.
But a warm glow spreads
From each toe to the top of my head.
The air smells sweeter.
We draw apart and my heart
Slows.
Two steps back.
Never to be attained again,
The thrill of the first kiss.
Like chasing the dragon,
The first
Kiss
Is the best.
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Dave Morgan
Thu 4th Feb 2010 23:14
Well Ms Eley have you retired already? I was at the DGPS last night and they speak of you with awe. Time for a come-back.