Yes, I feel immortal… this morning I opened Twitter and there staring back at me was a quotation from an interview I gave a year ago, and underneath was my name Nicola Hulme… I had to read it twice to make sure it was really me..it also carried the hashtag #wednedsaywisdom
I ask for no more, I am immortal, I have a quote as had Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Maya Angelou, Elizabeth Gilbert, Oprah Winfrey, CS Lewis, Terry Pratchett…
I feel complete. My job here is done.
OK so I’m not a superhero, but it just shows that wonderful things do happen and can happen for everyone. It’s something I believe in very strongly.
PS. I my job as writer will never be done, I have opened the gateway, I have let in the light, I will write until I have no more words. It isn’t a job, it’s a passion, perhaps an addiction.
Awake!! Need the loo!!!
Blast that last cup of tea!
Creep back to bedroom.
Feel my way through the gloom.
Slide into bed silently.
Turn hot pillow over;
cools my neck and my shoulder.
Slip into sleep happily.
A Marriage Of Ghosts
Something old; crumbling bones.
Something new; innocent youth.
Something borrowed; parental beliefs.
A bride forever blue.
Flesh bound to ash and bone.
A knot ties the living and dead.
Union of child and corpse, rotting.
Protection from cursed health and poverty.
Escaping abandonment, in a death shed,
destined by ancestral expectations.
Welcoming a future of worn hands,
tending a dead man’s grave.
Disbelief shines in your Western eyes
Yet, your ancestry is scattered wide,
with neglect, devoid of pride.
I know no bonds.
She knows no freedom,
no comfort, no love,
no sharing, no caring,
no sparring partner, no soul mate,
no plans made together,
May your marriage rest in peace,