About me - Jane Prinsep

My name is Jane and I am 36 years old. I'm a mum, girlfriend, sister, daughter, fighter...survivor! Check out the link to my blog http://www.splinteredreflections.com/ if you are interested in reading more of my writing. Some of it isn't for the faint-hearted.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds

Amongst the fairy lights An unforeseen chemical reaction A tiny spark catches and builds momentum A row born from seemingly nowhere Ancient tensions are ripped through The surface of a shallow burial ground Handfuls of fresh dirt are flung With remnants of unforgotten grudges The maelstrom of accusation ebbs As the licking o...

Relationships & Family > Friendship Issues & Advice Is it better to have a large or small group of friends?

True friends are the life-blood of human existence. Our friends help us to discover who we are, they guide us on where we are going, teach us what we know and pick us up and dust us off when we fall. When our partnerships falter or fail, we turn to our friends for affirmation and comfort. When our families disappoint or reje...

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mourning

Nestled delicately in his caring hands Every movement, expression; cherished Muddled months of worried bonding Self-taught lessons in how to be "Dad" His little girl; you learned to walk Learned to talk and then to argue Your questions divided and multiplied Before the man without all the answers A lifetime's seasons tumbled...

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Overcoming hardship

I am moving on to a new phase in life After a few too many years of nightmarish strife Good times are ahead; it's time for fresh hope Time to have fun, relax, and not just to "cope" Thank you so much, my family and my friends You know who you are and on me you can depend I sit here now and I start to feel free It's amazing h...

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: The colors of Autumn

"A Life Study" To my monochrome life; in with the rustling leaves you blow Shafts of orange sunlight anoint your delicate bones Stripped to the waist; your body proud to show I begin my craft of translating you into tones Upon my canvas I give you life forever more Whilst I fall hopelessly into a black abyss After hours of s...

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life

We are in the middle of a scorching heatwave here on the shores of Lac Leman, and I am coming up to my 35th birthday. I have often found the onset of birthdays to be a time of reflection, assessment, consolidation and reconciliation. Except, perhaps, from 1980 until around 1986, when the majority of time on the lead up to my...

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Memories

The little beach at Villeneuve is a shallow-sloping, pebbly crescent, fringed with weeping willows and embracing the now-glittering warm waters of Lac Leman. Away from the shoreline, a low wall separates those who are in mellow-mode, happy to wallow in the water or read in the dappled shade, from those who thrive on "feeling...

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Under the harvest moon

Rebecca's bedroom was devoid of mirrors. She was a typical tomboy, with no interest in her appearance, unless concerning choices over her footwear or which sweatshirt she might wear that day. Tonight was different. Her sister Tara had carefully removed the mirror from her own dressing table and brought it to Rebecca. They sa...

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing someone

Cold, empty winter days In a house bought for two She silently, patiently waits Marking time with her pain Immaculate in his absence She makes a home for one Whilst a smiling bride and groom Watch her pitifully from the wall In pursuit of a lifelong Antarctic dream Summers with scientists beside icebergs He pleadingly reques...

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The teenage years & growing up

Tonight I left. And this time it was for good. It didn't quite work out because I have already returned, "for good" ending up to mean only 45 minutes or so. The impulsively-packed bag is already stuffed away from view like an embarrassing relative. I must try harder next time. It all started with an innocent comment. But in ...


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