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With stark imagery and a lyrical rhythm, this collection of poems by the Velvet Quill traces the quiet ache of suburban memory, home life and the rustle of dry leaves to the hum of a distant freeway. These poems navigate the space between what is remembered and what is real, exploring how landscapes shape our innermost selves. With each turn of the page, a tender reckoning with love and history unfolds, asking if we can ever truly leave the places that made us, along with the memories locked within our hearts. 

 

The Velvet Quill Author's Thoughts

I hope you enjoy your visit to the world of poetry, where thoughts crystallise into verses and emotions find expression through carefully chosen words.

Poetry, for me, is the art of capturing fleeting moments in daily life in the way morning light filters through leaves, the echo of a distant memory, or the quiet strength found in solitude.

 Each poem is an invitation to pause, reflect, and perhaps discover something familiar in the unfamiliar.

These echoes in the wind are my offerings to fellow wanderers—those who seek beauty in the everyday and meaning in the spaces between words.

My Favourite  Poem from my heart.

I share my  Scotland memories with you.

I recall the land of the purple heather and pipers in gifted style

Lock Ness with waters dark and green,

Where Nessie is claimed to be seen;

Morning mist in all its glory

Only adds excitement to the story.

The tartan battle glen and field where spirits linger still

Along with snow-covered mountains and gorse hill.

Scottish whisky swallowed by the dram

And haggis and totties and fields of lamb

The Curse of the Kelpies Tale

That hides in dark waters with an unearthly smell

Yet through the mist, the sun does rise

Followed by a new day and maybe a new surprise.

Our hearts tremble with mountains so high

That carry  the snow  and share clouded sky

Field shared by a Highland koo                 

And scented heather and phrases like ock aye the noo.

There are many long trails with ghosts upon the moors

Men of courage who fought the cause,

 for Freedom.