Treasured

The delicacy of an embrace, 

a sweet, familiar scent

and palms entwined like roots beneath an oak tree

A voice to unify the boundless

the unknown, 

to entice rest into tired eyes 

and torn hearts
for lost amidst troubled times
a voice breaches from afar
and heals

An elegance
rhythmic heels angled to marble
and Wellington's to mud
Day and night a remedy,
a friend,
love unconditional in force
and resonating in the depths of self
memories reside. 

Lizzie x

The luxury of snow

I adore the snow. There is something almost paranormal about waking up to these nostalgic white sheets that can never be quite achieved in the presence of summer. I can write blissfully beside a roaring fire and feel at one with the elements, snowflakes encasing the ground in delicate whiteness and an icy glow.
I seized the opportunity and dedicated a few hours to my writing. I began with the expected, a lyrical poem illustrating the nostalgia of snowfall, then a short story which I am yet to complete. I was also tasked with writing a newspaper article to review a piece of theatre and enjoyed this thoroughly, despite the restrictions of non-fiction.

Lizzie x