Hard back now broken
Skin leathered, wrinkled and worn
Soul spilled on the page
Having tidied away the decorations, cleaned the house and washed the dog and her bedding this weekend, it is now time to sort out my boxes of journals. The one above is a much used notebook from 2012. The yellow leather binding is worn, the ribbon is frayed and the pages are falling out. In fact it looks a bit like I feel; but inside it, the essence of me is distilled.
On a sea of ink
I sail to oblivion
In a paper boat
Do you remember the feeling you used to get every September when school started? Everything was new ~ uniform, pens, pencils, rulers, rubbers, sharpeners, geometry equipment, art materials and virginal exercise books covered in pretty paper. Whatever had happened the previous term, the new school year was filled with hope for a fresh start, a clean sheet, a copybook with no blots!
Well I got that feeling when I opened my Christmas presents and found a beautiful new journal. It is from the Wedgewood Archive Collection and the design is called Yellow Butterfly. Of course one journal is never enough for the addicted writer so this year I have bought 2 other journals in the sales! I am torn as to which one to start writing in first, they are all so beautiful.
On pristine pages
Bound with butterflies and birds
I journal my journey
Trawling the depths of
In rivers of words