Fiona writes with a black fountain pen,

she writes of love lost

and gentlemen.

She writes when the rest of us are sleeping,

she goes int o the night,

at the midnight hour,

to feel the underworld breathing.

 

She writes with her tears

and blood seeping,

she has mascara stained eyes,

with designer shades to hide,

the tears,

the blood,

the wounds,

the stains.

 

Yet Fiona has discovered an under world,

where she feels,

she belongs,

where jealousy and hate,

have no place,

there is only love and tenderness.

 

Now she feels,

her life has just begun,

will no longer hide,

miss all the fun

but revel in the beauty,

that has just begun.

 

 

Artwork by my mum, Mrs Norma M.Swarbrick