What if?

What if the sun could shine for ever
And the rising moon was misted blue?

What if the fruit of summer ripened,
Tender as the love I feel for you?

What if the lost could find each other
And when at last are found, stay true?

What if he loved me for who I am
and not just for the things I do?

A collaborative work by Sofia and Shona.

By The River

You had a gramophone
With a handle that you wound.
Do you remember?

On those warm nights
We danced with the music
And the moon and the stars.

Just you and me and a gramophone
Making music by the river.
Do you remember?

Image © 2019 Shona Silverman

Searching For Something

I am high up on a hillside.
My eyes see valleys, forests.
All green, so much green
And I am moving, never still.

The valleys pass, trees slip by.
I could be carried, walking,
Riding on a bicycle perhaps.
It does not feel like that.

Now I am in a forest
Following a man, dark
With a cloak, calf length.
Hooded, from a time gone by.

What is he looking for?
I see his back, hiding.
Perhaps he is hunting,
Searching for something.

He turns to me and sinks below.
I rise, look down upon him.
Under his hood, your eyes green
In another man’s face.

His mouth is open, drinking.
I am swallowed, spreading,
Filling his body and I know
That I am the brook.

I Met Him In The Park

It was just
A week ago,
I met him in the park.

The spring-time sun
Caressed my face
And new hope warmed my heart.

The trees leaned in
And tried to hear
The words we whispered there.

His green eyes smiled,
He kissed my lips,
Our silent secrets shared.

I had to leave
And now we are
A thousand miles apart.

Was it really
Just last week
I met him in the park?

When I Needed Him

He called me when I needed him
And asked me “what is wrong?”
“I just don’t know” (although I did),
But how could I explain?

He called me when I needed him,
I tried to find the words.
“It’s this and that and something else,”
He listened to my list.

He called me when I needed him
And hugged me on the phone.
He sent me love, in wisdom wrapped,
(I hope he calls again!)

Long Legs

Striding over fleeting years,
The earth under my feet
Rotates so fast I trip and fall
And graze my hands and knees.

My legs are growing longer,
The years are getting short.
I don’t know how to stop this ride,
This speeding juggernaught.

For Those Five Years

A Spanish town, white, warm and blue,
A tourist street with gentle crest.
I’ll walk that street and look for them,
My pretty wife and lovely sons.
I’ll reach the top and find my world
Or maybe it will find me first.

They’ll say “Where have you been, Daddy?”
And “we’ve looked everywhere for you.”
I’ll make excuses, reassure,
With “I was in that shop” I’ll smile.
The nightmare done, I’ll go with them
And no more years in exile live.

In that same place I’ll wake at last
With all my loss and pain redeemed.
My pretty wife, my lovely sons,
The precious house my Daddy loved.
My health, my hope, my job, my world,
Returned to me as they should be.

And so I walked along that street,
The sun and shadows followed too.
Cresting the rise, she was not there
And no brave sons came seeking me.
Five years of loss and pain were real,
To turn and with the shadows take.

I lost my world that day and cried,
Only the shadows knew my pain.
I did not tell about it then,
Nor shall I speak it ever now.
The loss is mine alone to bear
For those five years and many more.

A guest post by Henry Isaacs, author of Around The Red Rock

Friend

For lunch today
I see my friend.
We eat and talk
And don’t pretend.

Review our lives,
Discuss our fears.
We laugh and then
Maybe some tears.

I like his shirt,
He loves my hair.
The cake arrives,
We smile and share.

Each secret aired,
Unspoken trust.
Though intimate,
It’s love not lust.

No fear of hurt,
Or need to hide.
A chance to talk
Of fears inside.

Don’t live your life
In solitude.
You need a friend
Like mine, with food.

Upon The Fell

You turn my thoughts
Into a whirl
Of senseless words
That dance and curl.

Each morning when
I rise from bed
This foolish dance
Trips in my head.

Words take their partners,
Dance a waltz.
What purpose serves
This unasked schmaltz?

And thus love takes
Its unkind toll.
It steals my heart
And tears my soul.

I must break free,
Be roused from verse
And find the way
To break this curse.

A ride far North
To your fair land,
Upon the fell
I’ll take your hand.

A quick poem, with the simplest metre and rhyme.
Inspired by love and archaic verse.

In A Million Years

I would never have dreamed
In a million years
That you would come
And bring me flowers.

I would never have dreamed
In a million years
That there could be
A love like ours.

I would never have dreamed
In a million years
That we would meet
In body and mind.

I would never have dreamed
In a million years…
Is this dream real,
Are we entwined?

To Love Again

Emotional drought,
Thirst of the heart.
Hope dies, clouds gather
When there is no love.

Yet from those clouds
Rain is coming.
Let it wet your skin,
Be cleansed, love again.

 


 

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The Child Inside

He called me
This morning,
Come out to play.
I’m lonely
And need a friend.

He called me
This morning.
The child within
Is lonely,
She wants to play.

He called me
This morning.
I let me go,
Allowed myself
To play outside.

He called me
This morning.
The child within,
Not lonely,
Has found a friend.

For the friend I have yet to meet.

His Folly

Cannot abide his folly,
Another promise broken.
Cannot abide his folly,
Alone to cry again.

How can a man be worthy
Of beauty, heart and soul?
How can a man be worthy
Of love and passion deep?

When you make your choice,
Remember what you did.
When you make your choice,
Don’t make me cry again.

For my muse, with love.

She Dreams

She dreams
As the sun sets behind them.
Warm wind teases her hair
As he pulls her close.

She dreams
Of how their lips will touch.
The growing heat
Of bodies pressing closer.

She dreams
But she walks alone.
Grey rain chills her face
But not her thoughts.

She dreams
That he will come to her,
Take her to another place.
That he will save her.


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The Day Before You Came

I must have made coffee
At half past eight that day,
Then read the news by nine o’clock,
The weather forecast too.
It surely rained as always,
The day before you came.

I must have breakfasted at ten o’clock
Washed flakes with cold, white milk.
At eleven pushed myself,
With exercise, weights or something else.
Played music, cleaned the house,
The day before you came.

At twelve or so, I just don’t know,
Perhaps I watched the rain.
After that I must have checked
The faces on a dating page.
Of course they never changed,
The day before you came.

I must have lunched at one o’clock
And lunch for one it was.
At two I cleared my paperwork,
I hate to fall behind.
All done and in its place,
The day before you came.

I must have started writing
At three o’clock or so.
This poem, maybe more,
I wrote of love of course.
I’d forgotten how it feels,
The day before you came.

At five o’clock or soon beyond,
I’m certain that my work was done.
I must have made my evening meal,
Nothing special, much the same.
Then watched TV an hour or two,
The day before you came.

I must have gone to bed at ten,
I never stay up late.
The only voice a spoken book,
Another chapter of the same.
And yes, I’m sure I felt a sense
Of living without aim.

The day before you came.


Inspired by The Day Before You Came © 1982 ABBA

Single Beds

The cicadas chirped
As evening cooled.
In single beds we called
“Come here.”
Together we dreamed,
Our ways entwined.

Cicadas still chirp
As evening cools.
In single beds we call
“Goodnight, dear”
And turn over to dream
Our separate ways.

Image © 2018 Shona Silverman.

On Our Honeymoon

On our honeymoon
We took a pedalo
Across the water,
Pedalling together
In time and in love.

I stand on the beach
And watch a pedalo
Across the water,
They move together
In time and in love.

He turns to her
Then laughter comes
Across the water,
Lapping cold at my feet
And I am alone.

Image © 2018 Shona Silverman.

Waiting For You

Restless in body and restless in mind,
Waiting to hear words from you.

I know why it happened and what I did wrong,
Jumped in, defences too few.

Addiction was fast and I did not resist,
Withdrawal a cruel retreat.

Uncaring, heartless, you think you are strong,
Silence reflects your conceit.

Walking to wash out your drug from my head,
Waiting to hear words from you.

I Look For You

I look for you, where are you now?
I seek your face, repeat your name.
Intelligent, a man with flair,
With skilful touch but selfish game.

A handsome face that let me down.
I can’t hate you, my fault I’m lonely
A complex man, so special, rare.
You’re still my favourite “if only”.

I Was Ready

You’re gone and yet still here,
Infusing my thoughts.

You’re silent and yet you speak,
Leaving my goodbye unanswered.

You’re gone and yet I see you,
A face of sorrow, one single tear.

You’re strong and yet too weak
To change your ways for me.

You’re gone and yet unknowing,
I was ready to say I love you.

Looking for inspiration? That’s what your muse is for!

Tonight He Broke My Heart

He broke my heart. No, he did not.
I was the one who let him do it.

He asks me to stay. I want to go.
I am the one who is hurt.

It could be different. So wonderful.
But instead it burns inside.

I let him come in. Let him get close.
Allowed him to hurt me.

My eyes burn. Heart of pain.
My head says run away.

No promises from him. No matter.
Even his words cannot be trusted.

I wait for night to come. To pass.
To sleep away my goodbye.

The night comes. With the tears.
Thoughts of the man who does not care.

What is next? What should I do?
The same thoughts again and again.

I let him come in. Let him get close.
This mess is of my making.

Armour on. Defences up.
This will never happen again.

Lesson learnt. Smarter now.
But tonight he broke my heart.

Words from the heart of my muse.

Enwrapped In Love

I step from the shower and he is there, watching.
Smiling inside as fragrant water drips,
I wiggle just a little bit as if to shake it off
And turn around, bending for the towel.

He exhales noisily and I pretend not to hear,
Still smiling inside I turn to face him.
Now the towel is around my shoulders,
It moves over me and he is spellbound.

I wrap my breasts from view, his gaze lowers.
The towel follows it down, his mouth is open.
Oh what power I wield with the flick of cloth!
I lift it to dry my hair, he rises to my command.

The towel is around me again, he steps forward.
Face lowered, my eyelash gaze speaks silently.
I feel strong arms around my shoulders,
He kisses my face, his hands explore.

I press against him, hot inside the towel.
His lips are on my neck, I gasp at his power!
The towels falls softly away
And I am enwrapped in his love.

I Lied

I lied.

Lied to myself
When I said he loved me.

Lied to the world
When I said I was happy.

Lied to my diary
When I said it was good.

Lied to my heart
When I said it was right.

Lied to my soul
When I said he was mine.

Lied to him too
When I said I loved him.

I lied.

Two Years Of Love

ONE

I hold my glass,
Sitting on the bench.

A review of the important things:
Lovers, conflicts, mistakes, regrets.

It’s summer solstice, the longest day.
Last year I had hope.

I lift my glass
And realise this is the low point.

TWO

I hold my glass,
Sitting on the bench.

A review of the important things:
Lovers, friends, success, satisfaction.

It’s summer solstice again.
Last year I had no hope.

I lift my glass
And realise that my life is good.

Meet Me At The Tea Shop

Meet me at the tea shop
Where you stand and choose
From endless rows of exquisites,
Things that they call tea.

You couldn’t dream the brews they do,
Hot or iced for twice the choice.
Fruits and herbs, vanilla too,
Blended in unexpected harmony.

We sit together at the back,
Exchanging gossip, glasses raised.
One hot, one iced and both delights,
Things that they call tea.

We talk about the things we love,
Our different worlds connected.
One hot, one iced and both delights,
Friends in unexpected harmony.

Arthur Is My Cat

A poem for kids and grown-ups too.

Arthur is his name,
Endless cheer his game.
His smile is very wide,
It warms me up inside.

Each day when I get up
He’s waiting with his cup.
It overflows with joy,
There’s no more cheerful boy.

I’ve coffee in my mug,
He’s waiting for a hug.
I drink until it’s gone,
While smiling he looks on.

The only mouse
That’s in my house
Sits by him near,
Mouse without fear.

His eyes are small,
His tail is tall.
He looks at you,
You must smile too.

More I could write,
No end in sight.
But dreadful verse
Is best kept terse.

Arthur is my cat,
And that’s the end
Of that.

Image © 2018 Shona Silverman.

A New Chapter

Inspired by a scene from Coffee In Castillo

Back on the street side,
Into sunlight’s warm caress.
At once feeling unhurried,
Time to have coffee.

Round tables in a little café,
Hugging under bright umbrellas
That flap and fuss
In hazed summer breeze.

This Spanish afternoon
Is late, with empty chairs
Except one man.
She hadn’t noticed him.

Her eyes compelled.
Lifting a cup to drink
He moves, a subtle glance.
Does he see her?

Looking down she hides,
Demurely watches his hands.
One holds an open book,
The other finds a slim cigar.

He turns to face her,
Sunglasses lifted.
Intelligent eyes light
A well-tanned face.

He says hello.
Embarrassed gasp,
Her reply fumbles
An apology, brushed aside.

His smile disarms,
She sits with him.
Small talk starts
A new chapter.

She’s Beautiful

She’s beautiful
But he can’t see.

Soulful eyes,
Her face delight.
Honeyed voice
Of caramel.

Confident yet sensitive,
Knows her mind
And stands her ground.
I can see she’s beautiful.

He sees her eyes
But not her soul,
Hears her words
In monotone.

He’s brazen and insensitive,
Can’t know her mind
Or share her world.
Unfulfilled she waits.

He takes her when
He’s minded to,
Neglects her love
In days between.

She’s beautiful
But he can’t see.

Connected

I take his hand, pull him close,
Hug him, ask for more.

I’m feeling very huggy today,
I tell him and his eyes smile.

I have to go now, he says,
You can have lots of hugs later.

His hand slips from mine,
Yet we are still connected.

The Wind Blows

The wind blows over England.

Clouds, dark, threaten the land.
Rain falls, the people hide.

The wind blows over England.

Clouds part, tear open ragged blue.
Sun warms, the people smile.

The wind blows over my world.

Clouds, dark, threaten me.
Rain falls, miserable I hide.

The wind blows over my world.

Clouds part, tear open lighting me.
Love comes, I smile again.

I’m Going For A Walk, He Said

I’m going for a walk, he said.

The usual route? I asked.
I don’t know, but probably.
Thank you, see you soon.

What did he thank me for?
Sharing my home, a place for him,
A refuge when he’s lost.

He shares my home but not my bed,
Breaks away from my embrace.
I am the fool, I am the clown.

I guess he’s halfway round by now.
Walking through the woods,
Listing all my faults aloud.

Do I really want him back,
For loveless hugs and soulless chat?
Perhaps he won’t return this time.

I’m going for a walk, he said.

Rambling, twisted and tortuous thoughts,
painful to think, tough to read.

Image © 2018 Shona Silverman.

You’ll Come To Me

I need something to focus on,
In the future, not too long.
I dream of love, wait for the one
To keep me going, make me strong.

The precious years are passing me,
But I’m not wishing time away.
I live alone, no-one to see,
I could just book a holiday.

Imagine two weeks in the sun,
I’ll write it in my diary.
Beach and pool with night-time fun,
Perhaps by then you’ll come to me.

He Waits For Me

I watch TV, he waits for me.
I want to be back there.

I send a message on my phone,
I might be coming round.

I can’t be sure, I have to wait,
Is that ok with you?

Of course it is, he lies barefaced,
Come over when you can.

I hate to keep him holding on,
It’s such a silly game.

I wish the demons wouldn’t fight
A war waged in my head.

They tie me down with ropes unseen,
He must not see my shame.

I watch TV at night and wait
To go back there again.

A companion piece to Waiting For Him.

Waiting For Him

I watch TV and wait for him,
Maybe he’ll come tonight.

The actors move and speak in turn,
It’s clean and tidy, no mistakes.

A message on my phone tells me
He might be coming round.

He can’t be sure, he has to wait,
Is that ok with me?

Of course it is, I lie barefaced,
Come over when you can.

Real life is never clean and tidy,
No-one waits in turn.

It’s messy and confusing,
I am powerless in this game.

So I just watch TV at night
And wait for him to come.

A companion piece to He Waits For Me.

 

Time To Reflect

Allow yourself time to reflect,
A chance to review your world.

It doesn’t matter where you are,
Or who might be watching.

They cannot hear your thoughts,
Or perceive your desires.

No-one is a mind-reader,
Despite what they might wish.

On the train the world slips past,
It passes by your window.

Life is your journey,
A dream passing before your eyes.

Remember as you travel
The ones you love, the ones you lost.

Allow yourself a chance,
While there’s still time to reflect.

The Tale Of The Odd-Legged Goat

She once heard that the mountain goat
Has longer legs on left or right.
To make life easy on the slope,
It isn’t true, not even might.

She also heard it’s winter time
When flu attacks and weakens you.
Although she fell for that old line,
Odd-legged goats are just as true.

Listless, fevered, feeling blue,
Headache matched by her sore throat.
She now believes in summer flu,
But not odd legs on some old goat.

Your Perfect Lover

Imagine your perfect lover.

Let’s start with the basics, shall we?
Height first. Let me guess… taller than you.
Dark skin. Mmm, that’s always romantic.
Picture his body, make it as you like.

Now look up into his eyes.
Are they green, brown or blue?
You are the conjurer, creating your fantasy.
Colour his hair, hear his voice, smell his skin.

Your shopping list is complete.
Tonight he walks into your life.
Taller than you, dark skin, just like your dream.
You imagined this man and now he’s here.

Talk to him, watch him, feel him.
Now tell me, is he really what you want?
Doubt creeps in, the fantasy fades.
I think you forgot some things.

You never said he should be intelligent,
A practical man, caring and creative.
Confident, sensitive and considerate.
It’s time to start again.

Now imagine your perfect lover.

Affection Rejection

Affection rejection.
How I wish I could read his mind.
Why does he love me for a week
Then turn away, rejecting affection?

Daring caring.
I hug him and I pull him close,
Caress his shoulders, kiss his cheek.
To win him back I dare to care.

Passion ration.
If I could understand his ways,
Regain his trust, find what I seek.
Enough now of rationing passion.

Wear despair.
I lay myself out in front of him
He looks away, rejection bleak.
Dressed again, I am wearing despair.

Mourn forlorn.
I reason it’s his changing moods
But it’s my fault, I am too weak.
Forlorn of hope, I mourn.

Hiding Place

He walks ahead,
My pace too slow.

Rising track
From forest dark.

Bird song lines
A sandy way.

Drained, fatigued,
The gap grows more.

Hedges bind
A hiding place.

Waiting there,
His eyes love me.

A Hint Of Summer

This morning brought
A hint of summer,
Scented on the breeze.

With shadows soft
And milky clouds,
I thought it just a tease.

This afternoon
A yellow ship
Sailed high above my head.

With shameless lies
It burned my skin,
How I had been misled!

Just a bit of fun on a surprisingly hot day in England!

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Fuerteventura Wind

I run my fingers over grey bones,
Trace out skeletons that never lived.
I lift the paper’s yellowed edge,
It’s last month’s news.
My nails, dirty, broken, peel the paint
From sunburnt cars that no-one wants.
My world is black rocks and broken roads,
You will leave and I won’t care.

Image: Abandoned Construction Project, Fuerteventura.
Copyright © Shona Silverman 2014.

This Is You

Stubborn life, poverty rooted
In crumbling rock and sand.
Fierce and thorny to survive,
Waiting for the rain.

Love comes, thorns do not defend.
Beauty flowers, blushing pink
In ephemeral, fleeting delight.
Revel now, for this is you.

Rain Of The Heart

Merciless drought, cruel, uncaring
Drying, dying, despairing

An unforeseen downpour of rain
Rescued from drought once again

Rescue will come with a start
Love is the rain of the heart

I hope you enjoy the many subtle connections made here.
Even I had to read through it several times to see them all – and I wrote it!
Shona.

Valium And Vodka

She’s crying at midnight.
Sick with loss,
Crying for sleep.

Crying for sleep,
The only way out
Is valium and vodka.

The day is no longer young.
Sick with tears she awakes,
Nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed
And all that’s left
Is valium and vodka.

Let Me Show You Something

Sorry it’s rather dark in here.
I’ve opened the curtains
But it’s always raining.

What’s that you tell me?
You remember this place.
Hasn’t changed much, has it?

No, things don’t change,
They just fade a little
And the loss remains.

You can’t change anything here.
Leave the door ajar, visit any time.
This room is your past.

 

It’s brighter in here.
See, hear, touch.
Details fill your senses.

What’s that you ask me?
Of course you can move things,
You are in control here.

Change what you like.
Choose new colours
For your pleasure, your delight.

This is where you live.
Leave both doors open.
This room is your present.

 

Be careful where you step,
There could be anything here
And I don’t want you to get hurt.

Why are you surprised?
Everything keeps moving
and you haven’t touched a thing.

This is hope, anticipation.
A dream where you decide
What will happen next.

Open the curtains,
Dawn is breaking.
This room is your future.

Retail Therapy

I’m feeling down,
What should I do?
I’ll buy something
In pink or blue.

I’ve got more shoes
Than I can wear,
And lingerie
Bought for a dare.

Something for me
When I’m alone…
I know, I’ll get
A nice pink phone!

Have you got a purple dog?

Have you got a purple dog
To cheer you when you’re down?
Big and soft and full of beans,
He’ll wipe away your frown.

He rarely barks and only bites
When taken by surprise.
He’s caring and protecting too
And infinitely wise.

His watchful eyes see everything,
He follows you around.
You really need a purple dog
To cheer you when you’re down.

Just a bit of fun for this post – hope you enjoy it!  Shona x

You Think It’s Over

You think it’s over
But you’re wrong.
Your eyes light up,
You are still strong.

Your brilliant mind
Is still alive.
Don’t waste your years,
Recall that drive.

I see your light
And know you’re strong.
You think it’s over
But you’re wrong.

 

With gratitude to my muse,  whose love and light sustain me.

For A Moment

The clouds parted for a moment.
Sunlight through the window,
Hope swept across my world.

The clouds parted for a moment.
Laughter lit his eyes,
His smile called my heart.

The clouds parted for a moment.

 

 

Time Has Written On Your Face

Time has written on your face
Every story, every graze
Time is written in your eyes
All the wrongs and all the rights

Don’t shut me out, I won’t let you down
There’s no need to keep it all inside

Whenever your world suddenly comes down
When all your hopes and dreams are gone
When silence swallows your every thought
When you get lost in the dark, I’ll be your dawn

“Your Dawn” Lyrics © Solis & Sean Truby w. Ultimate & Stine Grove

Gali Clocks


Time, the most precious commodity. Every day there’s a choice for you to make.

You can have money again but you can never have that time again. Choose wisely.

Shona x

 

Stars Of Lovingness

“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive” – Robert Louis Stevenson.

It’s a oft-quoted mantra and it’s one that helps guide me, another facet of the journey versus destination concept that I explored in Live The Journey.

Journey. What does the word bring to mind? A road trip, an ocean voyage, a long flight? That seems reasonable enough. These are the real-life journeys that you make. You plan the trip, buy tickets, book hotels. You can feel these journeys – smell the burning fuel, hear the engines, rock to the vibrations. The world passes by your window, scenery changes.

What about the other journeys that you make, the ones that exist fleetingly in your head when you daydream? Fantasy journeys, unbounded by borders. Guided by your imagination you travel in hope, seeking and finding. In these amazing journeys you can go wherever you like. You pass through a stargate into another world, a place where you are master. Here the stars shine at your calling. Night or day, rain or sun, it’s your choice.

Your fantasies may seem futile, little more than a forlorn attempt to escape your world and find a better place. They should not be dismissed so lightly. If you cannot envision what you really want then how can you ever hope to reach that place? Don’t be afraid to dream your journey. To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

“Stars Of Lovingness” lyric quoted from White Queen (As It Began), Brian May 1974

 

 

Your Love Story

You’re looking for someone
Who sees within,
Doesn’t care about your past
Or how thin you wish you were.

Love doesn’t care about those things.
It sees within,
Finds dreams in your eyes
And feels the warmth of your skin.

This Is My Rose

This is my rose.
Last week it wasn’t there. Last month the bush was bare.

This is my world.
Last week I danced in the rain. Last month was filled with pain.

This is my heart.
I could give it to you. Would you remain true?

 

I Wish…

I wish… If only…

How many times a day do you wish for something? Like so many things in life, there are good days and bad. On a really good day your desires are fulfilled effortlessly. It’s so easy that it’s almost a magical experience. So much for the good days, then. They are just as you’d hope, beautiful. Nothing to see here, nothing to fix. Let’s move on.

I want to talk about the rest of your life. All those bad days when nothing seems to go right, no matter how hard you try. Painful, isn’t it? Those are the days when you simply can’t do it alone, and those are the days when you wish.

I wish… I hadn’t said that.
Of course you do. It happens to all of us. In the heat of the moment or an outburst of anger you said something that you didn’t mean. The heat cools, the anger dissipates but the words have still been said. I’ve pre-ordered a time machine but guess what? It still hasn’t been dispatched! So we can’t go back in time and un-say those words. Call him now. Say you didn’t mean what you said. Tell him how much you love him. Time-travel may not be possible but you can still move forward.

I wish… I had a friend.
Ok, so you do have friends but they aren’t interested in your struggles. Or maybe you don’t want to bother them. After all, they’ve got better things to do, more important issues to worry about. They wouldn’t want to listen to you, right? Um, no. Wrong. They do care and they are interested. Look through your contacts right now. Pick one out. Call her now. Talk.

I wish… I had a lover.
Right now you’re single. This hurts too much, you need to fix the pain and you wish you could do it right now, today. There’s no quick fix for this one, I’m sorry to say. It takes time and effort. But you must not despair. You’ve loved before, once, twice, maybe three times. That’s a hard fact and it proves that you can do it again, too. So take heart and take the first step in your new journey into love now. Call him, message him. Set sail on your quest today. May your voyage be thrilling… and ultimately fulfilling.

Shona x

 

Night Dreams

Have you seen the wonders
Of night dreams?

Where time slips
And faces change.
He looks for you
And no-one else.

Evening blends to night,
He takes you home.
Lips press on yours,
You can’t resist.

Surrender to his bed,
Roses on the walls.
He reaches out,
You lift your dress.

Strong arms encircle,
You fall spellbound
And feel him fill you,
Move inside.

Have you seen the wonders
Of night dreams?

Dream it, live it, love it. Tonight.
Shona x

Don’t Give Up

How many times must you fail before you give up?

Of course that’s a silly question without any context. Give up what, exactly? It makes all the difference. If you were searching for a missing ball-point pen, or maybe trying to catch a spider in your living-room, then it might be quite reasonable to give up after a couple of attempts. A lost pen or a harmless spider doesn’t matter very much, does it? When you take a broad view, these things are quite trivial and soon forgotten.

Some things in life really do matter. A lot. Consider all the romantic connections you’ve had in your life. Now we’re are talking about something that is important to most people and I think I’d be safe enough in guessing that you feel the same. Think back. You had teenage flings of course. This was just the starting point, training at the Love Boot Camp and intensively developing your skills. The love you felt in your twenties was something different. Profoundly deep, compelling, overwhelming. So powerful that you married him.

Nearly half of marriages end within 15 years. Ok, so there’s more than one way to measure divorce rates but I don’t wish to get bogged down in such debates. Let’s just agree that divorce is a thing and it happens a lot. For better or for worse, never mind for richer or for poorer, marriage simply isn’t what it used to be.

lonely man ocean-2787669_1920 smlSo what comes after your divorce? Is it time to give up now? That’s the easy option but it’s far from satisfying. Envisage the lonely years that would stretch ahead of you. Instead of throwing in the towel, it’s time to start dating again. Argh, it’s so much more difficult now! Where have all the good men gone?

Despite the challenges, you do go on a few dates. Romances develop, they blossom for a little while but soon wilt. Back to square one, again and again. Failure upon failure. The months go by, hope is displaced by despair. Now you really do feel like giving up.

friends people-2561065_1920 smlA friend called me last night and I told her everything. I told her about the lost love, the hope and the despair. I told her that I just didn’t have the energy to keep on trying. I was fed up, jaded. Enough was enough. “Don’t give up,” she said softly. Good advice from a wise friend.

Unlike a cheap ball-point pen, you can’t nip out and buy another lover. And without that lover, you’ll just have to have another go at catching the spider yourself. No-one said it would be easy. Just don’t give up.

By The River

In the place by the river
We talked for hours.
The others left
So we were alone.

His green eyes caught mine,
Easily I trusted them.
My story spilled out
Along with the tears.

Lost dreams from the past,
Despair for the future.
He took my hand
As I fumbled apologies.

Don’t say you’re sorry,
His green eyes smiled.
We talked for hours
In the place by the river.

 

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Coffee In Castillo eBook Cover

Take off with Abbey and fly with her into the sunlit world of Coffee In Castillo, the compelling new romance from Shona Silverman.

Indulge yourself in this dreamy, nimbly-paced page-turner where love and intrigue, hope and desire collide. Leave the chill rain of England behind and experience the exotic heat of the Spanish summer. Explore shady streets on breathless afternoons, sit with Lewis under a star-lit evening sky. Share Abbey’s hopes and fears, her sorrow and joy. Laugh with the locals in a little café, mingle with colourful fiesta crowds, walk with Abbey along a lonely seashore.

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First Dates

Hey, are you ready yet?

He’ll soon be at the restaurant, anticipating, waiting just for you and no-one else. Of course you’ve been on dates before, lots of them. But those dates didn’t matter so much. At the back of your mind you knew that they were just practice runs, going through the motions. But this one is different, you can feel it. This one is special.

You’re choosing which dress to wear. This is tricky. Sexy or modest? How much should you show, how much should you leave to his imagination? Yes, that one is perfect. A hint of your charms, just the right amount of leg to tease him with.

First impressions do matter, despite what they say. Hair, make-up, perfume. Done. You’re in control now. Should you wear your glasses? Well, you won’t be able to see him if you don’t! Glasses it has to be, then.

Hurry up, the table is booked for 7.30! In a couple of minutes you’ll be on your way there. Head up, shoulders back, it’s time to go. Is your heart pounding yet?

Your Special Moment

The most romantic moment of your life. What comes to mind right away?

Perhaps it was your wedding day, a truly momentous occasion. Was it your honeymoon, a sun-kissed holiday in a tropical paradise? Could it be your engagement, the precious seconds shared by no-one else as he slipped a glittering diamond ring onto your finger?

Do you recall the first time he kissed you, lingering tenderly?

Perhaps he wrote to you – a real letter, lovingly inscribed in the old-fashioned way. Or maybe it’s something as fleeting as a secret smile shared across a crowded room.

Inspire me – tell me about your special moment. I’d love to hear from you so please post a comment. 

Shona x

A Thrilling Flight

What can be more exhilarating than an adventure like this? Turning onto the runway in the clean morning crispness, hearing the roar of powerful engines, lifting into an azure sky. Rita is Abbey’s mother and she’s never been to Spain before. Let’s join her at the airport.

“The sky was cloudless, a radiant domed heaven ghosted through with the palest aquamarine. Surely it was too weak, too thin and fragile to support anything. Rita sat on a bench, accompanied by a collection of matching luggage. Enchanted, she gazed as silver darts cut upwards through the transparent film, magically streaking aloft on invisible threads spun by modern-day wizards. It was astonishing how much technological progress had been made in the fleeting decades of her lifetime.”

Now read on as the adventure continues in Coffee In Castillo.

Romance or Erotica?

Demure or indecent?

Coffee In Castillo is certainly no Fifty Shades Of Grey. Oh no, not at all! There’s a great story-line for one thing. Every character here is compelling, three-dimensional, the kind of person that you quickly find yourself really caring about. It’s less about playing it safe than simply blending the ingredients in perfect proportions. Suspense, intrigue, desire and passion all have their part to play.

This is contemporary romance. The nimbly-paced scenes play out in the modern world with up-to-the-minute values. Abbey is no prude. She knows what she wants and she expects Lewis to deliver, so things may get a little steamy from time to time. That’s only to be expected… and enjoyed!

 

A Little Something For You

Today I’ve got a little snippet from Coffee In Castillo for you to enjoy.

  Abbey looked straight at him and felt something odd inside her. What was it that drew her so powerfully to this man? She spent a few moments admiring his face. It was healthily tanned and well-proportioned. The light set into the terrace roof set shards of green fire blazing in his mischievous eyes. ‘Will it be sunny tomorrow? What’s the weather forecast?’ Abbey asked absent-mindedly.

  ‘Weather forecast?’ Lewis laughed softly. ‘Oh, we don’t need to listen to the forecast. It’s June now. It will be sunny every day until September.’ He paused for a minute. He used to live in England too. ‘Well, it will be like that nearly every day,’ he admitted.

  ‘It sounds just perfect.’ Abbey’s envy flickered again. ‘You must love living here.’

  ‘I like it in Spain. If I didn’t then I would not have stayed. But I don’t enjoy it when it’s hot all the time. Luckily you sometimes get a few cloudy days.’ His face brightened. ‘Oh, and of course there are the storms too, especially towards the end of the summer.’

  Lewis enjoyed the storms. Packed with emotion, they quietly waited on sultry afternoons, building and filling. Their towers grew, dark and foreboding, reaching above the mountains and finally descending, rushing down to lash Castillo. He liked the anticipation, then the release. In his books, he loved writing as if he were a storm, erecting a tower of emotion, decorating it with hope and charging it with jealousy. Then he would bring the tower crashing down, unleashing it, sweeping everything away in a tumultuous climax.

  ‘Yes, I like the storms.’ Lewis said quietly as he came back into the real world, to his terrace and the warm night and this beautiful woman. ‘More wine?’

Exhilarating, compelling, the romance continues in Coffee In Castillo.

Yes, judge the book by its cover!

Coffee In Castillo eBook Cover

It’s a warm summer evening in Castillo and all your friends are waiting for you in Cafetería de la Luz. Wear something cool. That lovely dress you found at the market in the old town will be just perfect!

Coffee In Castillo boasts a gorgeous new cover, just like the beautiful scenes that unfold within. It’s available now on Amazon, with a special new price of just 99p or 99c so join Abbey on her journey today!

Escape from England’s dreary grey weather. Seek love on the sun-kissed shores of Spain in the latest novel from Shona Silverman. A thought-provoking, roller-coaster ride of emotions that will keep you page-turning as each colourful vista is revealed. Make new friends, discover a world of warmth and passion that you have only dreamed of… until now.

Coffee In Castillo – heartwarming, contemporary romance that you’ll love reading.

Enjoy a free taste of Coffee In Castillo

Today you can join Abbey in Castillo for free! Fly out to Spain with Abbey, meet Lewis in Juan’s little café, walk with them along the beach and through the old town.

Download your free sample of Coffee In Castillo right now and embark on the romantic journey of your dreams. You can read this PDF on any device including your laptop, iPad, iPhone or Android tablet or mobile phone.

I hope you’ll enjoy your free sample of Coffee In Castillo. Be sure to have coffee with Abbey in Cafetería de la Luz whilst you’re there. Will Abbey’s hopes become reality? Will Lewis be everything she dreams of? Could Rita or Luke stand in her way? What roles will Vanessa and Jackie play? There’s so much more to discover and you’re invited to stay on in Castillo as the story unfolds.

I’d love your feedback even if it’s just a few words so please tell me what you think. Thank you for spending time with us in the romantic, colourful world of Coffee In Castillo.

Shona x

What is he thinking?

What is he thinking
behind dark eyes?
You know him well,
or so you believe.

Last time, puzzled,
you dared to ask.
Do you love me?
No reply, of course.

Stop wondering
about his thoughts.
They are just words
you need not know.

Watch him move,
see what he does.
It doesn’t matter much
what he is thinking.

Falling In Love Again

Our life is a journey through love and pain, light and darkness. The path of life twists and turns. What lies around the next corner? We cannot know until we reach it.

We must travel in hope, have courage in the face of disappointment. Some of us are just setting off, others have journeyed long and seen our hopes dashed again and again. Divorce, depression, loneliness may all take their toll but you are still here and it’s far too soon to say “I’m finished.”

Recognise the immense value of all that you have experienced. You have trusted and been betrayed, loved and lost. Was it all for nothing? No, of course it wasn’t. Each event in your life was uniquely tailored just for you. You have a bespoke collection of learning experiences that prepare you for the future, for your future.

Fiction and reality are often intertwined. We dream about our future, imagine how we would wish it to be. Like Abbey in Coffee In Castillo, we realise that unless we follow our hearts and pursue our fantasies then we cannot hope to build the future of our dreams.

So hold your head up high, throw those shoulders back, thrust your chest out. Show the world that you are still in business, ready to face life’s challenges. Please believe me, it is not too late to fall in love again.

 

Love Birds

Hi! Just a quick post this time. I saw some lovely green parrots in the trees this afternoon and they reminded me of something that I thought you’d like to share.

“Freshened from its passage over the sea, a warm breeze played through the terrace of Lewis’ apartment. He was sitting in the shade, a computer propped on his knees. He typed words rapidly on the keyboard, watching them appear on the screen, flowing and melding at his behest. A squawking sound interrupted his thoughts. Tanned face uplifted, his eyes followed a small flock of bright green parrots as they settled in the top of a palm tree. Absent-mindedly, he drew on a little cigar. Its smoke joined the wind, thinning and dispersing as it was carried away towards the hills that lay behind Castillo.”

Read more in Coffee In Castillo.

Shona x

Dreaming of another world

It’s raining in England. Look out of the window, what do you see? Water dripping from the roof-tops, grey houses half-hidden in the mist.

It’s sunny in Spain. What do you see? Palm fronds nodding in the warm breeze, bright apartments bathed in sunlight.

Remember last week, when you were in Spain? You met Lewis in a little sea-front café. It was sunny and the palm trees were rustling in a gentle, warm breeze that caressed your skin. Now look again through that dreary English window, but this time dare to dream.

Writing for Love, Reading for Pleasure

I love writing, it’s as simple as that. It’s what I do every day. With my favourite music playing in the background I barely see the screen in front of me. My fingers flow over the keyboard, words stream out, my characters move, speak, dance for me.

Creating a compelling story, recording bright sun-lit days and warm starry nights is a passion in itself. I get lost for hours when I’m writing and you can share in all of this dream-time. Every twist, each nuance that channels through me into my books is always waiting for you to read.

Writing is a beautiful way for me to lose myself for hours. Reading is its heavenly counterpart and it’s my gift to you. Be my travelling companion, enjoy those gorgeous scenes now. Download your free sample of Coffee In Castillo and get reading right away. You can read the PDF on any device including your laptop, iPhone, iPad, Android tablet or mobile. Like I said, it’s my gift to you!

Shona x

Open your heart to new romance

Coffee In Castillo ~ The heartwarming romance by Shona Silverman

Things change. Life changes.

Yesterday, pretty artist Abbey was married. Today she is single. What will happen tomorrow? The same boring job, surely. Night after night in the tiresome company of her lazy, bickering teenage son and her grumpy, ageing mother. Loneliness under the miserable grey skies of England.

Tomorrow comes and Abbey is right, but only just. She still has that dull job but could not have guessed that it would take her on a business trip to Spain. And how could she have anticipated meeting charming expat writer Lewis there? Suave and handsome, Lewis lives in a different world. His realm is filled with light, warmth and passion. Is there room for Abbey in this place? Could this be her last chance in love?

Things are changing, quickly. Driven by her desire for love, seduced by sunlight and Lewis’ emerald eyes, Abbey braves the challenges of a strange country. She finds herself drawn inexorably deeper into his world. Compelling and charismatic, Lewis is irresistible yet unreachable. The lines of love are drawn in the sand and the battle to capture his heart begins.

Join Abbey in this heartening, nimbly-paced romance. Share her hopes and fears, her sorrow and joy. Leave the chill rain of England behind and experience the exotic heat of the Spanish summer. Laugh with the locals in a little café, mingle with colourful fiesta crowds, walk with Abbey along a lonely seashore.

Will Abbey win Lewis’ love? Can her dream become reality? The answers lie in the sultry world of Coffee In Castillo.

Your FREE taster of Coffee In Castillo

Today you can join Abbey in Castillo for FREE! Fly out to Spain with Abbey, meet Lewis in Juan’s little café, walk with them along the beach and through the old town.

Download your FREE sample of Coffee In Castillo right now and embark on the romantic journey of your dreams. You can read this PDF on any device including your laptop, tablet, iPad, iPhone or Android mobile.

I hope you’ll enjoy your free sample of Coffee In Castillo. Be sure to have coffee with Abbey in Cafetería de la Luz whilst you’re there. Will Abbey’s hopes become reality? Will Lewis be everything she dreams of? Could Rita or Luke stand in her way? What roles will Vanessa and Jackie play? There’s so much more to discover and you’re invited to stay on in Castillo as the story unfolds.

I’d love your feedback even if it’s just a few words so please tell me what you thinkThank you for spending time with us in the romantic, colourful world of Coffee In Castillo.

Shona x

Cafetería de la Luz is waiting for you

The early morning sun casts its low beams through the empty streets and bare markets. Castillo is waiting. Winter has gone, the skies are clearing.

Juan opened Cafetería de la Luz. Tonight he’ll be serving his regulars: Spanish people like Alvarez who live and work in Castillo, English ex-pats who have chosen a new life here. Lewis, suave and nonchalant, will be drinking coffee at La Luz. Perhaps brazen Jackie will join him later in a vain display of wealth and a fog of expensive perfume. Lewis cannot predict the future, no-one can do that. Someone new is coming to La Luz today.

“Abbey parked the little white hire car on the boulevard. It was spring, before the crowds of summer families filled Castillo, and there was still plenty of space. Across the road, a row of shops and cafés faced the sea. Abbey crossed and walked a little way along. Café tables, round, simple and encircled with empty chairs, sprinkled the pavement.”

Like the summer season, Abbey’s journey is just beginning. Join her now in Coffee In Castillo.

The Fireworks Of Passion

“Abbey followed Lewis to the edge of the terrace, to her favourite spot. The sky was deepest indigo blue, a velvet cloth pierced by the youngest evening stars. She felt his arms around her as the first fireworks burst over the town, scattering cascades of glittering flowers. His lips pressed against hers. Fireworks exploded red and green and gold, a cacophony of sound and light that rose to a climax as she melted in his embrace.”

Is this love? Will Abbey’s dreams be fulfilled? Join her in Castillo right now and be part of the story. Feel the warm air of a Mediterranean evening caress your face, hear the cicadas from the gardens under that terrace. Thrill to each twist in Abbey’s adventure, immerse yourself in the sultry romance of Coffee In Castillo.

Shona x

Budget Flight To Spain, No Frills Here!

“The aeroplane lifted up through London’s grey cloud blanket, emerging into bright sunlight that flooded the cabin. Abbey blinked in the sudden brightness. It was time to look forward now, to think of herself for once and try to make something of her life.”

Abbey is on her way back to Spain, travelling in hope. Will her dreams become reality? Find out in Coffee In Castillo, the romantic page-turner from Shona Silverman.

An Authentic Spanish Café

It’s lunch-time in Spain. I’d love to tell you about the buzz on the boulevard in Castillo, the murmur of soft conversation from the diners at the sea-front cafés, the warm Mediterranean breeze washing around the palm trees as gentle waves kiss the golden sand. Abbey discovered all of this and much more, so let’s join her as she arrives in Castillo and her Spanish adventure begins.

“Abbey parked the little white hire car on the boulevard. It was spring, before the crowds of summer families filled Castillo, and there was still plenty of space. Across the road, a row of shops and cafés faced the sea. Abbey crossed and walked a little way along. Café tables, round, simple and encircled with empty chairs, sprinkled the pavement. Abbey entered the first café that she reached.

…around her the other tables were empty, except for one man. She hadn’t noticed him when she hurried in. She sat back a little and tried to watch him without being noticed. He lifted a cup to drink, turning slightly towards her. Had he seen her?”

Who was this man, why was he watching her? The answers are revealed in the sun-drenched scenes of Coffee In Castillo.

Cafetería de la Luz is open!

It’s 16C in Castillo today. That’s 60F and the weather forecast is for sunshine this week.

Spring is arriving in Spain so Juan and Reina have opened Cafetería de la Luz for the season. If you pop in for a while then you’re sure to meet Lewis, poring over a manuscript with a little white cup of coffee in one hand and a cigar in the other. Abbey will be there later on so don’t rush away. Perhaps you’ll meet Jackie this evening, too!

In spring the sun sets behind the mountains quite early, so do linger and watch the pretty lights of Castillo twinkling across the bay.

Discover Castillo at Amazon today and become part of love’s adventure!

A Beautiful New Book-Cover

Coffee In Castillo eBook Cover

It’s a warm summer evening in Castillo and all your friends are waiting for you in Cafetería de la Luz. Wear something cool. That lovely dress you found at the market in the old town will be just perfect!

Coffee In Castillo boasts a gorgeous new cover, just like the beautiful scenes that unfold within. It’s available now on Amazon, with a special new price of just 99p or 99c! Get the ebook right now and join Abbey on her journey today.

Escape from England’s dreary grey weather. Seek love on the sun-kissed shores of Spain in the latest novel from Shona Silverman. A thought-provoking, roller-coaster ride of emotions that will keep you page-turning as each colourful vista is revealed. Make new friends, discover a world of warmth and passion that you have only dreamed of… until now.

Coffee In Castillo – heartwarming, contemporary romance that you’ll love reading.