Tuesday, November 29, 2011

In a flicker - Write on Wednesday

In a flicker,
She was gone,
And I never found out,
What she wanted to tell me.
That day,
The last day,
I saw her,
I said I’d come back.
But the kids were tired,
I was tired.
I thought there’d be more chats,
Slightly delirious conversations,
By her bed.
She held my arm,
Kirsty, she whispered,
I couldn’t understand what she wanted to say.
We cuddled and kissed,
So safe and loved,
In her snuggly embrace.
I’ll come back later,
I promised.
I wonder what it was,
It sounded important,
But it could have been anything.
In her last months,
She made some sense,
Some nonsense,
Her memories were jumbled,
Words didn’t fall in all the right places.
I took her for granted,
That awesome nanna,
Who loved kids, scones, and gardening,
Who gave me nothing but pure love,
Whose vague and messy ways,
I’ve inherited.
How I wish,
I could have that one last chat with her.

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Write On Wednesdays Exercise 26 - Look at the photo at the top of this post. What does it inspire in you? Set your timer for 5 minutes. With the photo in mind, write the first words that come into your head until the buzzer rings. If you aren't a visual person, you could try lighting a few candles and writing by candlelight. Different sensory experiences can be useful for inspiring creative writing so please play around to make the prompt suit your writing needs. If you do try writing by candlelight, let us know. I'd love to know how it works for you!

Had myself in tears remembering my dear Nanna.  Amazing what a candle can do. 


  1. A special Nanna Kirsty! Very touching!

  2. such amazing words, i love that you remember the details, incredibly moving.

  3. That was very touching, and a heart breaking reminder not to take things for granted. Great writing!

  4. Beautiful! I miss my nanna too. Everyday.

  5. Heartwrenching, terrible, beautiful, relatable! A wonderful piece.

  6. So sweet but at the same time so sad. Reminds us all to appreciate the good people in our life while we have them. Just beautiful!

  7. Such a special tribute. You're words were full of love. Beautifully done!!

  8. It certainly is amazing what a candle can bring out in us. I connected with your piece, I lost my Nan too in what sounds like a similar setting. I too regret many things that went unsaid, even though I know she knew it all deep down, but I think we can't help feeling we should have said more when we lose someone.
    Thanks for sharing, I hope it's comforted you to write it out.

  9. What a special lady to have made you feel so safe and loved.
    I like the poetic format you have used.

  10. I actually came back to read this, but didn't comment the first time. I saw it just after I wrote my WoW response. I thought it was lovely the first go round and I still do.

    In the end, the tributes we write to our loved ones preserve their memories, and it allows others to see a snapshot of them as well. Thanks for sharing your Nanna.

    (Like Kate, I love the poetic form.)

  11. A beautiful tribute.

    There always feels like there is more to say but when you love someone like you loved your Nanna the words have usually been said.

  12. A touching poem! The details you use to describe the little moments of your nana is beautiful! Nice work.

  13. I LOVED this. Poetic and touching, you told us a short story in this piece. You used the prompt beautifully! One of my favorites this week...


  14. I added a link to this post on the Ink Paper Pen FB page..

    Thanks for sharing x

  15. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ink-Paper-Pens-Online-Writing-Group/140664256012821

  16. Touching and sending shivers up my spine. It's hard to know if jumbled words had a meaning or not..so hard to know. xx

  17. Was really lovely to get so many kind comments, I felt like this came from nowhere. It is years since nanna died but I still miss her, she was awesome.

    I'd love to talk kids and gardening with her - just simple stuff really, show her my newest child she missed out on meeting. I wouldn't even mind some banter about relatives I don't know, just to hear that sweet voice and be by her warm loving side.


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young