Cupboard under the stairs
Dark, damp and desolate.
Little child alone;
hears key turn in lock.
Screams ignored.
Tag: Penny Luker
Childhood Fear by Penny Luker
A Tale of Two Ditties by Penny Luker
There was a young girl from Belgrave,
Who was incredibly brave.
She went into the fire
To rescue young Maia
It was good that her life, she did save.
With Wings on her Feet by Penny Luker
It was Friday. The rain had poured incessantly all day and everyone in class was fractious. Jaylee hung around after the end of school day bell had gone. She knew ‘they’ would be waiting for her; just out of sight, round the corner, where they always waited. Her heart pumped faster just thinking about it. One day they would cause her physical harm, and it would never stop. She knew it would never stop.
Book Review: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
This book is the first in a trilogy and all three books were given to me by Suzanne Collins, but not that Suzanne Collins. They were given by a dear friend. She recommended them to me as a ‘page turner’ set of books and my edition is printed by Scholastic Children’s books. I have to say I think they are unsuitable as children’s books and would prefer readers to be in their late teens or older.
Film Review: Brave
Brave is the story of an unusual Scottish princess, who has three suitors vying for her hand in marriage, but she is not interested. She wants to remain single and explore the surrounding forest with her loyal horse, Angus. Princess Merida has a love of archery, encouraged by her father, King Fergus, who gave her a bow for her birthday when she was a small child. It was on that day that the family first encountered Mordu, a giant black bear, who caused Fergus to lose his leg. King Fergus swears to get his revenge on Mordu.
What would life be without…? by Penny Luker
What would it be like
if you had no phone
to store your contacts
or hold music, you own?
Whisker breath by Penny Luker
Fox-red rabbit with snowdrop paws
peeping through the sodden grass.
Never-ending munching.
Unaware that black cat ears
are just a whisker away.
Who? by Penny Luker
Sometimes when I lie in bed,
I wonder -
Who lived here two hundred years ago?
Were the rooms filled with choking smoke
or were they warmed by dancing flames?
Colour Change by Penny luker
The bedroom walls were covered with posters of fantasy drawings. Clothes were hung from doors and draped over chairs. Make-up spilled from jars and pots and colourful jewellery decorated every surface.
Leap of Life
What leap of life has led us here
to this unseemly place;
to scrabble in the debris
of all that we once were?
A Christmas Star by Penny Luker
Rosie smiled at her daughter as she entered the nursery. Star, came running towards her, with arms raised ready to be picked up. She lifted Star in the air, twirling her around so that Star giggled in the way only a two year old can.
The Night Visitor by Penny Luker
Ethel sat bolt upright in the hotel bed. It was not that it was an uncomfortable bed; far from it. Something had woken her. As her eyes became used to the darkness she realized that she could see an old lady sitting at the end of her bed.
Three Fat Ladies by Penny Luker
The three fat ladies sat on the beach wall at Eastbourne. Their cherub faces defying the truth of age. They made an image like a comic picture postcard. Anne was the largest, weighing fifteen stone. She’d walked along the promenade to The Wish Tower, eaten her very large dinner, followed by a chocolate and banana sundae and now she was catching her breath, before making her way back to the hotel.
I am born by Penny Luker
The bright lights shock my eyes so I squeeze them shut. I am cleaned efficiently and wrapped in a shawl, but it is cold here. The nurse places me briefly in my mother’s arms but she is tired. The journey to reach this outer world has taken twenty two hours. She has good reason for exhaustion.
An Old Injury by Penny Luker
I traced the old scar with my middle finger. It was hardly noticeable now. In fact if you hadn’t known it was there you wouldn’t see it.
Roses by Penny Luker
In the sunlight the petals fall.
Blood red confetti on brown earth.
By the phone I wait for your call,
praying for your voice for all I’m worth.
Reflections by Penny Luker
I see a likeness in your eyes;
the hopes I used to have.
How they sparkle.
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Cover Girl Stephenie Meyer: An Interview (Part One) with Deb Smouse
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Live Alone and Like It The Classic Guide for the Single Woman
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My Plan to Thrive while I Deal with Grief this Holiday Season
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Life, Love and Lesson Plans by Wynn Godbold
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Under the Bed by Jody Keisner
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The Mighty Kymm’s Deep Cuts: Before Midnight
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Happier & Healthier Living: Sandwich Generation
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The Gypsy Girl’s Guide to Atlanta, GA
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Habitation: Ditching Drama as a Lifestyle
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Man on Monday: Brian Plautz of Chroma
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Penny Luker: Thanks Jodie I couldn't agree more. We need more ...
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Jody: Thanks Penny. I enjoyed reading this. A lot. W...
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Margaret: Really great read, Jody. Our relationships with w...
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Elizabeth Rago: Thanks, Roxanne. I am so happy I am on my side now...
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