The Versatile Blogger Award!

The Versatile Blogger Ward!
The Versatile Blogger Ward!

Writing brings me so much joy and has provided me with an outlet for my thoughts, feelings and rants ha! The most unexpected and overwhelming thing to happen is the amount of support and togetherness from my fellow bloggers. You are a truly amazing assortment of lovely people who I am unbelievably lucky to have connected with through the medium of words. The latest of these is Manny, The Greenwich Mummy who has nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award…thank you my love! To be recognised by your fellow pen pals is something I will value as long as I have thought in my head, the movement in my fingers to type and the sight to read your versatile blogs. Thank you all x

What is The Versatile Blogger Award?

It’s an award that is given to a blogger to show that their blog has been recognised for all its hard work, great content, and versatility in design, content, and/or style.

The Rules

If you’ve been nominated, there are a few tiny rules that you need to follow:

  • To thank the person who nominated (provide a link to their blog if you wish)
  • Nominate 10 other bloggers and let them know that you done so e.g. via twitter or leaving a comment
  • Give us 7 interesting facts about yourself
My Nominees Are…

Manny| The Greenwich Mummy
attractabeauty.com
withlovefromopal.wordpress.com
Human Relationships
Chronic Beauty
On The Heath
A Glamomorous Life
Longreads Blog
kelzbelzphotography
Draw + Do Yoga

If you’ve already been nominated recently then I understand by all means if you don’t want to take part.

7 Interesting Facts About Me
  1. I used to be a hairdresser.
  2. My first client was a dwarf called Gilda Cohen, an actress who starred in the 1980 classic, ‘The Elephant Man’
  3. I quit hairdressing for a call center job in a London hotel. I spoke to Muhammad Ali, Smokey Robinson, Patrick Stewart and Zsa Zsa Gabor who would always call me “Darrrrling”!
  4. I failed my final exams at school after my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I vowed to re-sit them and did when I was 30. I passed with ‘A’ grades in maths and English.
  5. I am an author of two books of poems. Psyche a Soul Awakened and Thong n Cheek.
  6. I have supported Arsenal football club since I was 7 years old.
  7. I am a Greek Cypriot woman who left home at the age of 18. This was unheard of at the time so you can imagine the drama.

Well, that’s enough about me…I can’t wait to hear your interesting facts too!

She Be a Poet – Little Boat

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Still waters appear in sunlight, I made it through treacherous waves,

Aqua peaks reached hidden Gods, the only way is up.

The boat that I sail on, battered to its core,

I sailed you all around the world and back once more.

Ocean grey left far behind, the roar, its voice unkind,

Playing tricks with words of battle, they penetrate my mind.

I fight back in my little boat with everything I have,

To find the cove of crystal shimmer, a resting place for a while.

Gripping hands of the sea, shook me without warning,

You tried yet failed to drown my faith, I remained proud.

Little boat drowned by waves, it breathes, the air it finds,

A will to sail, strong oars that push, dark dangers to the side.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

She Be a Poet: Seeds Beneath The Snow

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: New Moon & Cherry Tea

New moon you came along tonight with messages confused.

You told me what you dream of, once again you left me bruised.

New moon I put the kettle on, it whistled while I bled.

New moon your brew was bitter-sweet, I choose Cherry Tea instead.

Hot and sometimes scolding, test me by temperature.

I learn to wait for tepid eau , burned mouth there is no cure.

New moon you have a way with words they trickle down my cup,

But cherry won’t allow for waste,

Crimson sweetness won’t give up.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: Maybe

Is there a way to uncomplicated times when nothing and no one vexed her,
She wades through, thinking where has that girl gone,
there once, now she’s a memory.

Where is her rosy outlook hiding, why is it now thorny,
Eyes wide once, colours vibrant and everywhere, replaced by tunnel vision, blind to opportunity on the left, destined path to the right.

Maybe is a word she hears, in her mind and the lips of others,
what fear stops committed words, they aren’t so scary are they?
The wish for something better, an offer, there are but few,
She waits because she knows she is, the only one that’s true.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014