In the Empty Biscuit Tin ~ My Story

Dealing with the lost of my mum, and caring for her too for five years, as left me with two life blows no longer having mum around and the job I loved gone.
~ After caring the angel falls…. Mum named me her angel… now I`m a falling angel….& left with the empty biscuit tin
(The reason behind the name of this blog)

💔 Grief as gifted me a poet 🌈🖋
& 📽 moving stills turn my poems into Poems in Film 📺
(All creating done on (my brothers) iphone6s!)

Scribbling as i call it {referring to the state of my paper!}, gives my brain something different to think about. I now seem to be seeing the world from a different angle. These “poems” i enjoy composing, & seems a shame if they just stay in my notepads……..
and it keeps the demons at bay

I guess I am creating journals of my travels through poetry (and film)
A Country Journal and A Grief Journal ~ a broken heart being mended by a green heart.
{Have always been a #countrybumpkin and always will be. – A farmers daughter & gardeners daughter!}

Poems in film give my poems a narrative, a story behind the poem
Or mute the sound and just enjoy the footage…

 

Behind the Poetry
I think I`m a poet and never knew it, but thinking back….
A birthday gift when i was 9 (i think) from are then neighbours (Elizabeth & David – Thank you) of a anthology “Please Mrs Butler” (that now classic book) sowed the seed….

Then came a year 9 English class poetry task that really got my poet juices flowing (working in pairs – thanks Clare!) – to write a poem about the foot and mouth farming crisis, – I had been watching the news in tears – that was happening at the time [- 2002?] ……. think that poem is in my dads loft…., love to re-discover it and read it………..

and then grieve done the watering…..