Hush, Listen, Know

You are not alone.
All around you others are just as terrified.
They walk upon the earth with the weight of their fear pressing them down.
There is no shame in feeling this.
Be emotional.
Be honest with yourself.
Understand.

-M. E. InkOwl

By My Side

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Love me sweet beneath this falling snow,

As we sit upon this stone.

Lean in close and twine our fingers,

Whisper close so our touch does linger.

Reach my heart with your eyes so deep,

As your heart beats to love’s knowing leap.

-M.E. InkOwl

On the Go- Road Home

Glistening paths winding round melting hillocks of snow.

Dark birches stretch toward the night sky.

Feel a chill as lights sweep into deep places.

Silent prayers utter to the winter air:

“Bring me home safe.”

-M.E. InkOwl



On The Go is a series of poems I’ve written in the short spans of time between school, teaching, working, parenting, and being a husband. Sometimes thoughts come unbidden to mind and I feel the need to write. So I indulge myself for the briefest of moments and write. Enjoy!

Parenthood- Growth

Once I held you in the crook of my arm.

You would coo at me with eyes bright and full of wonder.

I remember holding you in the night wondering if you were even real.

Now I find your head reaches the crook of my arm as you stand beside me.

You laugh at me as your eyes dance with mischief.

I sneak in at night to whisper in your sleeping ear how much I love you.

All the while wondering if you are even real.

-M. E. InkOwl

To An Inner Child

Kiss my forehead, gentle like
Wipe those tears off cheeks red.
Whisper soft within my ear,
Tuck me tight in bed.
Listen close, hear my fears,
Smile and understand.
Turn back time, reflect inside,
See the hurt contain.
Gently pull that inner child,
Close against your chest.
Hug them tight and let them know
Their worth that is always left unsaid.

-M.E. InkOwl

2019 on The Ink Owl

Welcome to 2019 on the Ink Owl! We’ve dived into January already and I couldn’t be more excited for this new year. 2019 has already brought grad school, teaching, parenting, and working (3 jobs) into the mix that is life.

So my theme for writing this year (when I can write) is Self-Compassion.

I think so many people misconstrue this concept as selfishness. Hopefully, I can shed some light on the subject through this year’s posts. Because this year is going to be utter chaos, my writing will mirror that as well. There should be tasty morsels and thought-provoking bits to keep you all entertained. So sit back and get ready for an interesting year!

-M.E. InkOwl

November on The Ink Owl:Taking A Break

Hello to all of you wonderful readers out there. I need a break. I’m swimming back from the abyss to stand on the edge of the world and say: “I’m on break.”

Enjoy the holidays! I might be back before the New Years. But I’m not making any promises. Love you all!

-M.E. InkOwl

Look here’s a picture of me in a dinosaur costume for my students!

Guest Submission: Esmé’s Veggie Stuffed Punpkin

VEGGIE STUFFED PUMPKIN

Tonight’s supper is ghee (butter) fried prawns with veggie stuffed baby pumpkin. My husband is having is without cheese so his is sprinkled with nutmeg. Mine is covered in melted cheese

Ingredients
1 baby pumpkin halved and seeded
1 stock cube
4 Tblspns ghee (butter)
1/2 head broccoli cut into florets
1 cup frozen mixed veg
1 spring onion
1 small green pepper
1 small yellow pepper
1 tsp garlic powder
Crack of Himalayan pink salt
Vegetable spice
Grated cheese (optional)
Nutmeg (optional)

Method:
Boil the brocoli in the stock till just tender.
Drain and cook the pumpkin in the same water till the flesh is soft.
Set aside on a baking tray and rub with some butter or ghee.
Season and add the spices.
Fry the veg in the rest of the ghee then combine with the broccoli and fill the pumpkin halves.
Top with cheese or nutmeg then bake at 200C for 20 mins

Sinister Countdown: Ghost in the Pane

I stand here before the looking glass still,

Feet upon the window sill.

Fingers so cold run down my spine,

Drawing through veil from places divine.

Alone I’m not, looking at the streets below,

My room behind filled with an unearthly glow.

Voices echo and fill me head,

As I push against glass with riding dread.

Clasps unlock and wood frame splinters,

A flood of sound draw in with winds of winter.

I cry, I scream as the dead wrap me round,

My body separates from soul as I hit the ground.

Now I stand here, upon the window sill bare,

Waiting to chill all with my unending stare.