-
Join 19,730 other subscribers
Search this site
Silent Eye Workshops
Find me on Facebook
Follow me on Twitter @SCVincent
Join me on Goodreads
Enjoyed the blog? Buy the books…
All books available in Paperback and for Kindle from Amazon. Click the images to find out more...With Stuart France
The Triad of Albion- The Doomsday Series
- Lands of Exile
Graphic Novels
Finding Don & Wen
By Sue Vincent
With Dr G. Michael Vasey
Books by Stuart France
Silent Eye Workbooks
Steve Tanham
Copyright ©Sue Vincent 2019
Please respect the copyright of all original material and images on this site. You are welcome to use excerpts, reblogs and links as long as clear, named credit and appropriate links back to this site are used. Written permission is required for all other reproduction. Thank you.-
Latest Posts
- Knights, saints and leys…
- Big Book of Giants…
- Magical mornings…
- Flying Kites…
- An Unexpected Encounter…
- Hawk at Dusk
- Hawk at Noon
- Labour pains…
- The Calling…
- The Belcherman…
- Words matter
- Living in Colour
- When tomorrow comes
- King’s Shilling…
- The New Mediaevalism…
- Magnetic north
- Free as a bird
- Rowan berries
- Stepping stones
- Dark Fantasy…
Tag Archives: childhood
Remembering the Eve of Holi ~ Shilpa Nairy #writephoto
Holi is the festival of colours, an ancient Hindu religious festival which is now celebrated in many parts of India. This festival signifies the victory over evil, the arrival of spring and the end of the winter. It’s a night … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography
Tagged childhood, Festival of colours, Holi, Holi eve, memory, remember
2 Comments
Portal ~ Brian F. Kirkham #writephoto
When i was little, i used to go Out with mum and dad , and take in the Natural beauty of the coastal beaches and amassed hillsides nearby Dipping a toe in cold water and Enjoying a walk Continue reading … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry
Tagged beach, childhood, cliff, crabs, fish, Otherworldly, Pebbles, rocks, sea, water, writephoto
Leave a comment
Under the rainbow
While her dad and I worked in the garden, fixing the wind-battered shed, Hollie sat at my desk, watching the fish in the aquarium and drawing me a picture. We had just been looking at some photos of her father … Continue reading
A sense of home
I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never saw, was full of their presence as the years slipped … Continue reading
A Tangent to the Earth ~ Steve Tanham
No thought of dirt as Young fingers slid round iron Rifled in straight and bitter verticals To stop small boys ascending Ha! Continue reading at Sun in Gemini
Flowers… Life Lines
There were flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. * There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading
Posted in Books, france and vincent, Poetry
Tagged childhood, joy, Life, loss, love, motherhood, Poetry, spiritual journey, womanhood
7 Comments
Wake #midnighthaiku
* Childhood remembered Wake to icing-sugar dawns Dreaming of magic *
The man without a face
I wrote this several years ago now. In some ways, it feels wrong to repost it… as if by doing so I am not giving enough for what has been given. And yet, this man has stayed with me for … Continue reading
Posted in war
Tagged casualties of war, childhood, harry patch, man without a face, poppy day, remembrance day, servicemen, war deaths
56 Comments
Remembering
My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into … Continue reading
Posted in The Silent Eye
Tagged casualties, childhood, effects of war, memories, peace, poppies, remembrance day, soldiers, war
7 Comments
The perception of memory
I slowed to let the young lad on the bicycle pull out onto the roundabout. That looks like… I raised my hand to wave to my son’s friend and instantly realised my mistake. It might have been his son, but … Continue reading