The Poet’s “I Love You”

A golden bee played background music to her thoughtful sighs,
Her gaze attached to hummingbirds and silky butterflies.
The Poet leant himself against the sunlit, cloudless sky,
And it was then he felt an urge to send her a reply.
He hitched a ride upon a wing and bid the sun goodbye.

The ground that touched his feet was carpeted in emerald green.
The trees surrounded, bending inwards, stately and serene.
Her eyes bejeweled her honest face; the Poet took her hand,
He said “I’ll show you what we see, and then you’ll understand.”
And soon she saw the trueness and the beauty of the land.

He pulled her by her fingertips to sit amongst the wings.
“Today I’ll tell of magic, beauty, all those precious things.
Tonight, I’ll tell of scars that decorate my very soul;
The scars and magic braided shape a love I can’t control,
For love, it fuels our hearts and love, it also takes its toll.”

To tell of magic first he let himself fall through the skies,
She curled herself around him and he stared into her eyes.
The scars that scratched his spirit worked themselves onto his face;
She saw the inner poet as the gashes took their place.
They intertwined their fingers as they sunk through starlit space.

He told her then of beauty in the only way he knew:
The lightest kiss on perfect lips, her cheeks a rosy hue.
The softened, grassy landing sparkled with the morning dew,
And through the vivid silence came the Poet’s “I love you.”

Author Notes

Poem written in direct response to this poem, which was the prompt:

she was alone, all alone
enjoying a calm summer day
when suddenly an innocent question
teased her mind,
“I wonder how a poet feels
When he is madly in love
And how would he seeks
A beloved, who from he couldn’t get enough”

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The Liebster Blog Award!

I’ve been lucky enough to be nominated for the Liebster blog award by bookinspire33 on her lovely blog Drifting Pages! I’m really happy that someone liked my blog enough to do this for me! Edit: I’ve now also been nominated by Anirudh Murali on his blog It’s My Ink Blog! Thank you so much, but I’m only going to answer one set of questions as two sets might make for a long and boring blog post (which this already is by this point!)

The Liebster blog award is a different type of blog award: it is only for blogs with under 300 followers, and there are a set of rules you have to follow. Its purpose is to spread the word about these blogs so they get more people coming to see their posts. I think it seems like a great idea to let lesser known blogs shine ^_^

Here are the rules:

  • List 11 facts about yourself
  • Answer the 11 questions asked by whoever nominated you
  • Ask 11 new questions to 9 bloggers with less than 300 followers. (You can’t re-nominate the blog that nominated you)
  • Go to their blog and tell them that they have been nominated

It seems simple enough, so I better get started!

11 facts about me

1) I’ve been in a steady relationship for two years. And, I know this might not seem very impressive to a lot of you, but I’m only fifteen. Having had a boyfriend, my first boyfriend, mind you, for over two years and to be absolutely perfectly happy is something I cherish. It may last, it may not, but whatever happens, these past two years have been wonderful. And I would like to say thank you to Josh for making that happen ^_^

2) My parents are separated. Just a little before I started going out with Josh, my parents separated. They aren’t divorced yet, as my Mum would like to wait so they don’t have to go to court about it. My Mum was the one who left, and I am on her side here. I love both my parents, but unfortunately my Dad can be hard to deal with and talk to sometimes. From what I understand he wasn’t very nice to her over the 18 years that they were married, and I’m sure there are other reasons that my mum hasn’t told me about. I live with my mum, but I do go and visit my Dad every week or so. It’s not fair otherwise ^_^

3) After that sour note, I will say that I have a bit of a weakness for cheesecake. Okay, a lot of a weakness for cheesecake. Seriously, I love it so much and if you give me cheesecake, I will love you forever. And ever. It’s just the best type of cake and it’s so yummy and even cheap cheesecake tastes alright. God, the best cheesecake is the white chocolate and ginger cheesecake at Wagamama. Oh, it’s just so gorgeous!

4) I have an addiction to buying notebooks that I don’t need. I love my notebooks (this being the paper, not the laptop! ^_^’) and I have amassed over 30 of them in the two years that I’ve lived with my mum, and they live in a pile on my desk. I just have a thing for pretty notebooks – Paperchase is my favourite shop in the entire world, and if I had enough money I would so buy everything in that damn shop, I adore it so.

5) Cats are my favourite animal. I’m not a big fan of dogs – I think some dogs are cute, depending on the breed and the disposition, but I think all cats are snuggly and lovely. Sure, you can’t take your cat on a walk, and it won’t bound up to the door when you get home, but I think having the gorgeous fur rubbing against your legs as you pour the morning coffee, and the furball that curls up next to you when you feel down is a lot better ^_^ I think it’s also just the person I am that makes me prefer cats to dogs… I don’t want a slobbery, excitable dog – I’d much prefer a quiet cat who doesn’t think she is, knows that she is the queen of the castle. Also, big cats, come on! Lion and tigers and all those wonderful creatures of the jungle and the plains. Beautiful.

6) I am a published poet! As I neglected to tell you guys sooner, here’s the news! I’ve had one of my poems published in the first issue of an online literary magazine called One Throne. I’m so proud of myself – I think I’m the youngest contributor there as well ^_^ I forgot to send them a link to my blog or anything (I am new to this!) so here is the link to the first published poem by Eleanor Austin! Giants by Eleanor Austin

7) I’m not sure what I want to be in the future yet. Of course, being an author/poet would be the best case scenario, but I’m not going to rely on my writing for income. I’ll always keep writing, and I’d love to get a book published some day, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to rely on that for my main source of income. So, other than writing, I have no idea what I want to do. Something to do with language I think. More likely that not, I think I’ll become a teacher. It’s what I always wanted to do when I was little, and I’ve been bombarded with people telling me that I shouldn’t be a teacher, that it’s horrible and I could do more with what I have (these people happen to be my teachers!).

8) A few of my GCSE exams are coming up very soon… Most people are doing all 10 of their GCSE exams in year 11, but I’m doing three early. This year I have my maths, English and French exams. There’s actually only two of us in my school year doing French early, which makes me feel quite special ^_^ and it means I’ll get kind of a free period next year. I’ll be making a start on the IB Higher French course, and having a look at the materials and things, but if I need any extra time for other subjects, I can do that instead! That’s very handy!

9) I used to be afraid of eating at restaurants. My Dad used to have this when he was younger too, and he hadn’t even told me about that when I developed the fear. But I’ve got over it now. It used to be kind of difficult for my parents, because I would sit at restaurants, not eat very much, be really shaky and nervous and I refused to talk to the waiter/waitress. I just wouldn’t, I hated talking to people that I didn’t know. I felt like they were judging me, for my taste in clothes or food. I hated buying and talking to cashiers. I’m getting better now, though. I’ve just learnt that I have to be confident in myself. Also, I’m not as important as I think I am. Sure, the waitress might judge me for my choice in food, but she’s not going to think about it for the rest of the week! She’ll forget in 3 seconds, when she has to go and talk to another table!

10) (Wow, I could write a whole blog post about each of these!) My real name is Eleanor Austin, as you’ve probably seen above, and I really don’t like it that much. Eleanor for me is shortened to Ellie by most people, but I think Ellie makes me sound like I’m 6, and Eleanor makes me sound like I’m 60! For a teenager I think it’s a bit of a weird name – but to be honest, I don’t think I’d be the same person if I had a different name. It’s a part of me now.

11) The furthest country from the UK to which I’ve ever travelled is Germany. I’d love to do more travelling in my life – it’s just my family never had too much money to spend on going on holiday and things. But Italy is a dream of mine, and so’s Greece. I just love the food and the heat! Hot weather is seriously my favourite thing, and we don’t get much of it in the UK. I’d love to sit on a sunny beach and write a poem or something, but that’s not really an option where I live ^_^’

Questions from bookinspire33

1) What do you enjoy most about blogging?

I love being able to post a poem and know that somewhere, it’s being read. It just makes me feel really lovely, that someone has read the poem that I’ve written.

2) What’s the most unusual book you’ve ever read? (could be theme, format, writing style etc)

I didn’t manage to finish it, as it is quite a long book and the format is very odd! I can’t recall the title right now, but it was a zombie book written of letters and emails between characters. There was another zombie book I was reading written only in diary entries. I think these are really interesting, but I’m not sure whether they hold my attention enough to keep reading, sometimes.

3) Was there a book series you started reading but gave up on because you lost interest?

I have to say, Skullduggery Pleasant. I used to absolutely love those books, but as I got older and the sixth book came out, I simply lost interest. I think it just became to convoluted for me. Luckily, my little brother then got into the series so the books weren’t wasted!

4) What’s the worst book you’ve ever read? Why did you dislike it?

I don’t like saying ‘worst’ book, but the book that I disliked the most is ‘Holes’ by Louis Sachar. I’m not even quite sure why, I just HATE it with a burning passion! I just don’t like that kind of story – it was nothing to do with the way it was written (although I did find it a bit patronising) I just don’t like stories about young’uns (in general) and I don’t like stories set in real life. I like my fantasy and sci-fi, but I don’t like Holes. Neither do I like most things by Michael Morpurgo, I have to say.

5) What’s your favourite bookshop? (could be a chain or an indie)

I just like Waterstones! Normally there’s a coffee shop in it, and there’s a manga and graphic novel section as well, which is fantastic! I love my manga, I do ^_^

6) Has there ever been a book character which turned out exactly the way you imagined they would when you saw them in the film adaptation?

I have to say, I haven’t seen the film for Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, but when I was younger I finished that series of books and I loved it to bits. Now it’s just a fond memory, but when I saw the trailer for the film I though that Percy himself was perfectly cast. Not so much everyone else, but I think Percy Jackson turned out exactly the same as I imagined him.

7) Have you ever visited a location just because it was featured in a book?

No, I haven’t really had the chance. Also, as I said, I don’t tend to like stories set in real life. If I could go to Ankh-Morpork, I would!

8) Do you have a particular bookmark you always use, or do you just use whatever is lying around?

I have many many little bits of paper in the pocket of my school blazer, and I tend to use those. So it’s normally my old school/exam timetables or letters that should have gone to Mum or something!

9) Do you mind if the spines or pages of your paperbacks get creased, or is it important to you to keep them looking like new?

I do like to keep my books looking nice and new. The creasing in the spine really annoys me, especially when it covers up words with the whiteness. Argh! And if you dog-ear my pages, you suffer a fate worse than death. One thing I do like about old and tattered books is the smell, though. Love that smell!

10) What’s the best library you’ve ever visited?

I don’t tend to go to libraries, but the one that I love is the one my mum goes to to work on her doctorate, because it’s a big one reserved for the University students and has a cafe and many floors and is a beautiful big modern building. It’s awesome!

11) If you could spend a day in the shoes of any literary character, who would it be?

I have to say, it would have to be Susan Sto Helit, Death’s Granddaughter from Terry Pratchett’s Discworld. She’s a nanny, and I’d love to have that job, plus the Discworld – oh my God, who wouldn’t want to live on that beautiful and magical world? It’s a work of genius in my opinion, and Death is such a wonderful character. He’s so dry and fantastic!

Here are my nominees; didn’t quite manage 9, but here’s 6!

Memory Keeper

NL Designs By the Sea

Bright Ideas for Writers

Metro Journalist

100 Happy Days of Brie

Joe Watson

And here are my questions for them:

1) What made you start blogging, and how long have you been blogging for?

2) What is your favourite book that you have ever read?

3) What is your least favourite book?

4)Have you ever written a poem? Why/Why not?

5) Do you like to read/write?

6) What inspires you?

7) What is happiness to you?

8) What colour do you associate with yourself and why?

9) What is your favourite part about yourself?

10) What is your least fond memory?

11) What is your fondest memory?

Happy Writing!!

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A beauty lost in space, almost beyond our starlit skies.
The jets of golden dust and clouds that burn into your eyes.
Our universe is full of darkness, soon there will be light.
In distant space, a tiny spark burns into something bright.
One million years ago, a star let out its dying throes.
The moment’s there, the moment’s gone, the moment no one knows,
In such a moment, life becomes a silent sky of scars.
The nova’s in the twinkle when you look up to the stars.

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Clouded Glass

Fingertips pressing into clouded glass,

Staring through empty space,

Feeling time thickly flow by,

Dipping toes into cool wetness,

Droplets squeezing life out of the solitude.

Looking up at a distant sun

Between the shadowed petals

Reaching into the atmosphere;

The life that withers into dust

Before the sun comes up.

Fingertips press into slightly clearer glass,

Staring through empty space,

Wishing for the world

Beyond the cold-walled cell.

Wishing to grow from the capture,

Like a flower,

Shadowed petals reaching up

Into the atmosphere,

Withering into dust

Just as the sun comes up.

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The Wisdom Sitting in my Chair

The wisdom sitting in my chair

Is torn and broken, marked with wear,

But brightly coloured, soaked with sun.

The wisdom sitting in my chair

Is old and cold and worn and torn,

But much better than none,

I do declare.

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We’re all Running Somewhere

Shoes, dusty, bright red.

You know they’re sitting somewhere

In the garden shed.

You’ll put them on one day,

You tell yourself,

“One day I’ll go run somewhere,

Somewhere beautiful, skyless.

Somewhere where the grass and trees

Let sunlight stream into your heart.”

And somewhere that’s not

In the back of your garden shed.

Shoes, still dusty, still bright red,

It’s been a year now,

Don’t you see?

You’re running from your destiny.

Pick them up, dust them off,

If they’re too small then just wear socks.

And run until the sun is up,

The sky is gone, the wind is cool.

Until your garden shed is far behind,

And all that’s left of you

Is your running feet and beating heart;

But first you’ve got to go and start.

Next time you’re in the garden shed,

Look for a glimpse of something red.

Ignore it if you choose, but know,

There’s always somewhere new to go.

Inspired by this beautiful photograph by Elena Shumilova:

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Cherry blossoms dancing in the wind,
Landing on my silent fingertips.
In my hands, beauty that I can touch,
But looking up, there’s much more I can see.

Darting round the trees, a phantom deer,
Staring with its dewy eyes at me,
And there it fizzles into misty winds,
Whilst drinking in the sight of blossom streams

I’m sitting gently by the river’s edge.
The sparkling, ghostly koi that leap and splash,
Into a stream that had sat still for years,
Before I dipped my toes into the dreams.

My bright imagination closed its eyes,
Only to lull into a fitful sleep,
As there I sit, the beauty of the real
Has never been quite good enough for me.

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