I miss Seamus Heaney, and I remember enjoying this poem of his at GCSE. Enjoy.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. 206 more words
I sat by the window of my bed chamber, gazing out at the orange mountains with my fresh new born in my arms. Bundled tightly in layers of linen was my beautiful pink first born. 3,812 more words
Sir Thomas Browne was an English author of numerous medical, religious, scientific and esoteric works. He was born on the 19th of October 1605 and died exactly 77 years later on the 19th of October 1682. 721 more words
“Your turn, Christie. Truth or dare?” Emma asked, quickly glancing at Jess as they shared an eager, mischievous grin.
“Dare,” I blurted out, immediately regretting my choice as the wind on the cold, pebble beach whipped my hair around my face. 1,413 more words