To fix a BROKEN DOLL

Beautifully written and gorgeously thought provoking poetry that was like staring into a piece of my soul. Would highly recommend!
5 star review

During the COVID-19 lockdown in the UK, we’ve all heard stories on the news about the rise in domestic abuse. It’s devastating to hear about, so I thought I would do what little I can to help.

As a writer, I decided to pull together a collection of poetry with all proceeds going to Refuge, who support women and children experiencing domestic violence.

With most people at home a lot more than normal, there are adults and kids stuck in controlling and abusive environments.

My book uses poetry and photography exploring emotions of feeling trapped and trying to escape.

It’s available to purchase on Amazon.

First Date

This is a film I wrote and directed a few years ago. It got great reviews and was selected for a lot of film festivals and screenings.

Mother of Christmas

She was happy and hard-working, generally content.

She’d had a husband, once a baby, she knew what love meant.

A widow now, she spent her time, keeping her house clean and tidy.

Enjoyed spending time with friends and neighbours, once the housework was done.

A star, they said, was in the sky,

Shining so strong, they wondered why.

Later she’d come out and see, the light that lit the night,

After she’d finished the scrubbing and wiping, before tucking up in bed so tight.

In the morning three wise men appeared,

What could they want with her, she feared.

A peasant lady in a small Russian town.

When they knocked at her door, she was still in her bed gown.

Were they here to take a liberty at her vulnerable nature?

A little scared, she had no where to hide.

But in fact, they’d heard her home was the calling of the town,

The only place suitable for such majesty to refresh and lie down.

She welcomed them in and heard their story;

They were following a star to find a baby King of glory.

The star would lead them to a place where a baby had been born.

They brought gifts to give the new-born King, led by the star that brightly shone.

Her hospitality was second-to-none, they relaxed and slept, but also had fun.

After a snooze when the sun disappeared,

They would go on their way guided by the Godly light.

Why don’t you join us, we have a spare camel?

They invited her along but she had so much to do, to clear up behind them,

She would leave tomorrow, catch up and find them.

The three men couldn’t wait, they got on their way,

She swept the floors and wiped the dishes, she’d leave the next day.

When all was said and done, she went to pack some stuff,

But what would a King want of her?  She didn’t have enough.

In a back cupboard, locked away, she found a plethora of toys.

If he’d lived longer than a month, they would have been her boy’s.

It may not be much, but at least she had something,

To present to a baby, born to be King.

She went in the direction where the three wise men had head,

Found her way to the city, where before her they had tread.

The star was gone now, she didn’t know which way to go,

Of course, the palace, that’s where royalty would be.

An intricate building, she knocked on the door, but they didn’t know.

One whispered he’d heard there’d been a commotion in Bethlehem, maybe she should see…

A little town, a strange place for a King,

But she followed his guidance, she had to do something.

She arrived in Bethlehem and was led to a stable,

There was cattle and a manger, but alas no baby.

The King and his parents had already left,

She was determined to carry on, she wouldn’t be bereft.

Since then to now she’s travelled the world with a bag of toys to share.

Each Christmas Eve she leaves a gift for children any which-where.

She never found the baby King, but in his name she poured out love.

A happy soul, a giving woman, her name was Baboushka.

Baboushka, oh Baboushka, you’ll find him in your heart.