Tabitha, Age 15. Photographs by Zoe Whitfield

"ONCE upon a time there was an old cat, called Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit, who was an anxious parent. She used to lose her kittens continually, and whenever they were lost they were always in mischief!

On baking day she determined to shut them up in a cupboard.

She caught Moppet and Mittens, but she could not find Tom."

G'Day

I just received a FB message from one of my best friends who moved to Australia when we were teens. He's rubbish at keeping in contact. But i'm always so delighted to hear from him. Really did make my evening. So unexpected.

"No matter what why when or what again happens in my life lol you will always be my Best Friend / Sister =) ♥

Love you lots,
George."

bedtime

i sit here alone, it's quite cold.
i've been with my friend and we've chatted quite boldly.

you're away for a bit and i'm not used to this,
these things that remind me of you.

i wait for you to walk in and warm me up with your smile,
hold me even though you don't want to be held.

it's silly, it's only one day,
but right now it feels like a life-time.

i know i'm not 10, and this it is not the end of the world,
but it's really cold and you bed is real empty!!

i can't make 'the den' like you do by the radiator,
i'm all uncomfortable and fidget and squirm.

i hope i can get some sleep. i hope that your having a good time.
i hope your showing the world just how beautiful you are.

i'll see you tomorrow...

Mary-Kate is my idol

music to my ears

i've just found one of my favourite unsigned artists, whom disappeared off myspace for a while much to my dismay, today i rediscovered her (kait) she changed her name from 'of birds and spectres' to 'local strange'. not as lovely-a name but i love her, her voice, her guitar, her beautiful words.
go find her.

"Hey, Carrots"

a runny yolk

he brings me breakfast in bed,
poached egg on spelt bread,
a dainty dollop of ketchup,
and a runny yolk.

love love

beauty in the brokenness

Ethel my darling yours eyes so bright and blue, won’t you sit and rest your pretty little head against mine?

Stop your worrying, bottle your woes, wrap up those insecurities with brown paper and tie them with string. We’ll take them to the shelf. Safely hide them away. Ponder on them no more, no more.

Unfurrow that brow now; show me your pretty face. Grab that footstool my darling and take up my hand. Close your eyes and listen…hush…that’s your heartbeat.

I hold sunlight in my hands and swallow fireflies. Trust me sweet Ethel for I know the moon, your beauty in the brokenness is precious. Your innocent fingers and cherry flavoured lips are a work of art. Use them wisely.

Hold on to true love, daisy chains and a lock of your red hair, for they are the recipes for a happy life. Your woes on the shelf shall not bother you, if you drink from this cup. Sweetness, do you believe in this?

Sleep now.

seek and you will find

My ray of sunshine has dipped It's head,
It's all got to much, to rubbish, to fast.

I want to clasp It's beautiful face in my hands,
Whisper, "It's okay, I'm here".

Delve undercover to uncover It curled up,
I want to flick the switch so It will shine again.

But I've not got the key, It's hidden!
In a fairytale? An unwritten lyric? A gesture?

I'll set off with my arms and heart open,
I just hope you'll meet me half way, my ray of sunshine.

down the garden path

puts a tingle in your feet

i like to listen to girly songs and smile at the lyrics,
as i walk through the park, past the people lunching on benches,
past the students, and couples, cyclists and pigeons.
sometimes they smile back at me, like they know what i'm listening too,
and that it's good.
i like to pretend that i can play the guitar and be these girls singing girly songs.
so i smile, and pretend.

sometimes they smile back. and i smile more.

XOXO

Enough Said...

he calls me 'Pea Head'

(A shift within your wind, a tangle in your hair)

If we love each other (shyly), and do what clouds do silently, or watch as flowers resemble beauty far less than our breathing.

We can play scrabble with spaghetti letters and sew love notes in between the stems of daisy chains.

We’ll half smoke our cigarettes, and leave them out to burn the night.

I'll wear my dress so I can wear my heart on my sleeve (shyly, shyly), you know that place between wake and sleep…meet me…

This is my breath in your lungs.