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I wrote and sang my own song ‘Grace & Blaise’!

Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well and are having a great 2025.

For many years now I have enjoyed writing poetry and flash fiction, as well as singing karaoke and making cover songs. So (drumroll please!), I have decided to turn these two interests into writing and performing my own original songs, under the artist name, ‘Donna Darkle’.

The song Grace & Blaise started out as a poem that I wrote in September 2024. It’s a love triangle, with two women obsessed with the same man. The man is an oil painter with a studio located near the cliffs. The women speak of their love of him in this dreamy sunset setting. Yet somehow there is this sense of sadness, a dark event that happened along the way, where the waves came crashing down. The ending? I will leave that up to you to decide, my dearest listeners…

And so, I turned my poem into a melody and sang the song, working with an audio mixer for the final production. You can hear the song below (takes you to my new YouTube channel ‘Donna Darkle’). Darkle means ‘becoming dark’ or ‘moving towards gloomy’ – a journey my writing never fails to take. Also, below I have posted the poem/lyrics (also available in the YouTube video description). I do hope you enjoy listening! If you are on YouTube, please feel free to like and subscribe. The channel is in its early days and I can do with some help to make it grow! Thank you 🙏 I will still be writing and posting here on alittlebirdtweets too! Catch you soon everyone. Much Love!

Grace & Blaise by Donna Darkle

Lyrics:

Mmm…

Dreams crash on the dark shore 

I recall you here before 

Oil sunsets bright bold 

Brush strokes of champagne gold, well controlled 

Paint spills on the tiled floor 

Were you ever here before? 

Blues, eyes blink, are on hold  

Composition feels old, as we unfold 

And Blaise was crazy over you 

Septembers’ moon, great timelapse view 

She was idolizing you 

Craved the gold, got ultra marine blue 

Mmm…

Paints crash on the dark shore 

I recall you here before 

Oil sunsets bright bold 

Brush strokes of champagne gold, well controlled 

Paint spills on the tiled floor 

Were you ever here before? 

Blues, eyes blink, are on hold  

Composition feels old, as we unfold 

And Grace was crazy over you 

Septembers’ moon, great timelapse view 

She was idolizing you 

Craved the gold, got ultra marine blue 

Dreams crash on the dark shore 

I recall you here before 

Oil sunsets bright bold 

Brush strokes of champagne gold, well controlled 

Paint spills on the dark floor 

Were you ever here before? 

Blues, eyes blink, are on hold 

Composition feels old 

They are crazy over you 

Septembers’ moon, great timelapse view 

They are idolizing you 

Craved the gold, got ultra marine blue 

And they sang…

Gold should shower over me 

Blue moon fades away in dreams 

Like the stirring apple sea 

Can I be your muse for free?

In your dreams 

They are crazy over you 

Septembers’ moon, great timelapse view 

They are idolizing you 

Craved the gold, got ultra marine blue.

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©DonnaDarkle

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Blank Canvas

‘What do you see in this painting, Wassily?’, asked Pablo.

“I see circles, squares, and a hidden horse that rotates to music against a white dreamy backdrop. I see arcs in an array of colours. I see whimsical.’

‘How about you Pablo? What do you see?’, asked Wassily.

‘Well I see something disturbing. I see darkness. Grey and muddy clouds in a tousled, thundery landscape. I see turmoil in the brushstrokes, people isolated and trapped in voids. I see darkness. Only darkness.’

After they had both analysed the painting, they then read the description box mounted beside it. The ‘analyse then read’ practice was something they had undertaken for years with countless paintings. It had helped them train their artistics eyes, and it had also helped to deepen their friendship.

The painting was titled ‘Blank Canvas’, by an artist called Tracey Edwards. ‘I left the canvas blank deliberately. I created this ‘mind game’. The viewer is completely unaware that the canvas is blank. Upon viewing the canvas, the viewer unknowingly paints their visions with their own eyes on that very white space. As an artist, I have always been fascinated by art and psychology and the combination of the two is mindblowing. Ultimately, the viewer will end up creating a painting that reflects their mind, soul and bodies. It’s a painting that teaches us about ourselves and others, should we wish to share.

A sci-fi-ish story about two of my favourite artists, Wassily Kandinsky and Pablo Picasso. Their descriptions of the painting mirror their own works. Their state of minds are entirely fictional.

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The Year I Met You by Cecelia Ahern

Hi everyone! It has been a while since I last posted a review. I finished the last two chapters of this book at 9am this morning and this review just seemed to churn itself out of nowhere (got to enjoy those moments). I originally posted this to Goodreads. I hope you are all doing well!

I started reading this book on the first week of my summer holiday as I was wanting a lighter read than my usual darker reads. I believe the weather can influence the choice of books we read! The front cover definitely first sold me on the idea that it was a light read, and having read Cecelia Ahern’s books previously and enjoying her writing, I was more than happy to begin. The story started off as a page turner due to my fascination with how Jasmine (the protagonist) is somewhat obsessed with a neighbour, Matt. The obsession itself was intriguing and as a darker genre reader, I was hoping it would lead to something darker, even though I knew it was a gentler genre (I’ll give my alternative preferred plot at the end!). Jasmine tells her story in the first person and refers to Matt as ‘you’ throughout, which added to the creepy feeling. The change in their relationship (of which kind I won’t say for spoiler reasons) was interesting to see as we moved into through the seasons (four sections) of the book (over a year). It is ultimately a book about transformation, about how our lives are in a constant state of flux, which we don’t always see at the time but only when we look back. Heather, Jasmine’s sister, was such a fascinating character. Heather has down syndrome, and Cecelia not only brought this amazing character to life, she taught me (and probably many other readers) more about this condition. I think every book should go beyond the basic characters and plot to teach us more about a subject. I love how Cecelia generally takes a subject that grabs her and writes about it. In this book, it was ‘gardening leave’, a new term she hadn’t encountered before. She mixed Jasmine’s gardening leave with her new found hobby of gardening, which I thought was a brilliant juxtaposition! The change in her garden through the seasons was symbolic of character changes. Characters in a book have to change in some way for reader to be satisfied. I have rated this book 2/5 purely due to me expecting more of a character change and more of a climatic plot. Also, some of the scenes were slightly cheesy and generic in places and this could have been a good opportunity to have described the settings more descriptively. It often became repetitive (the table setting, bedroom window view). However, this is just one of Cecelias many books, and this is no reflection on her as an author. Her writing is captivating. Her abililty to write real stories for people is heartwarming. And her abililty to write book after book is admirable. The Marble Collector next might be next on the list as a read. My alternative ending: Matt is buried in the pond hole that Jasmine has dug in her garden! You can take the person away from the dark genres, but you can’t take the dark genres out of the person I guess!

Til next time 🙂

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Book review – Mistletoe by Alison Littlewood

Today, I finished reading Mistletoe by Alison Littlewood. Here is a review which delves a little into the mechanics of its writing. This review contains spoilers. Please read the book before reading my review!

I picked this book up in the local library as I was looking for something a little scary to read. Mistletoe started out a great book and I was gripped by the lead character, her situation, the location and the suspense. I hadn’t read any other books by Alison Littlewood so I really wasn’t sure what to expect, which I think added to this suspense initially. What was this writer going to bring the table? I wanted a good scare! The dark and mysterious front cover had hinted that it would be. Leah was a great protagonist and I liked the cast a lot, but I couldn’t help think that the characters could have shown a little bit more make-up, particularly in the way of action. At the outset I wasn’t convinced that Leah would ever have stayed in that house and that she would have run a mile! There just wasn’t enough reason to back up her staying in my opinion, and the scares far outweighed the staying. In most situations the lead character has a very good reason to stay. One that goes far beyond their own self interest – perhaps a mystery to solve on the behalf of another. This sort of came but it was long after her arrival and initial scares. I’m not sure her situation was enough to buy me into her staying. Cathy, who I thought was the most intriguing character of them all seemed to disappear entirely and I was looking forward to her turning and playing a bigger part in the story. Just a hint of how she acted toward Leah made me excited to think ‘this is all going to go pear-shaped’ and I was disappointed when nothing came of it. The same with the lady in the shop – a great character that appeared only once. I loved how Littlewood managed to weave together the past and present and I found that particularly spooky and engaging. I hadn’t read many books that did this, but its a great method to bring eras and different generations together into the same book. The past and present scenario builds up gradually during the course of the novel, so that they eventually merge into one, and I think this is the best part of the book. We get to glimpse the lives and scenes of Leah’s ancestors with her right there as spectator and eventually, player. I loved the mistletoe and the other Victorian symbols (leaves, dolls) that were in the book. I find this fascinating in art and writing and it can really colour a creative piece. These elements were great in the ancestoral scenes, particularly when Martha and Isobel were engaging at the dressing table. One thing that bugged me about the book was the overuse of description – the snowy location. It seemed to pop up quite frequently, until I was skimming over it by the end. I think in novel writing it is generally said that you should ‘set the scene, then hint on it through the rest of the novel, unless the location changes entirely.’ But it appeared in detail every time a chapter began, and midway in scenes. I became tiresome and I felt the descriptions became wasted words. It would have been more beneficial to have discovered more of Leah’s thoughts, her own past – bringing in more of a psychological edge which could have been built up quite nicely for the reader. I also thought that many aspects of the book were just too convenient – items written just because they fit into the story nicely. One obvious one is the snow disappearing at the end. This was very predictable – weather change to reflect the change in story. Yes it has to happen but this came across quite obviously. I feel like I have been fairly negative with my review on this book, but I want to give an honest review and document the elements for myself as I have an interest in the mechanics of writing and cannot help analyse as I read! I believe by calling out the good and the bad we learn more about words and stories. Overall this was a good ghostly read, even though some things felt like they were missing or overdone. I recommend this for a Winters night when you are feeling moody.

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Near to You

I’m getting sentimental over you under Paris skies under this blanket of blue where the blossom falls upon the sun valley moon

I’m gonna paper my walls with your love letters with my eyes bright open while the autumn leaves twist like butterflies over cherry wine singing to Sinatra

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Magnolia

The force of four walls,
Magnolia strength,
Cream deliciousness,
You push the temples of your head
with firm fingertips,
Pushing, bending
your beaten head,
to an alternative end.
To free you from your to-do,
Just for a split second.

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Through my Lens

No matter which way the wind blows,

or how the snow lands on your lashes,

inside your stormy winter roads,

out here in the dust and frozen clay,

you are hell-bent on survival,

because the camera loves you.

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Shrinking Violet

Fairy lights twinkled in the kitchen. She eyed the twisted thin cables and the tiny bulbs. Even the simplest of twinkles are underlyingly complicated, she thought. She took a glug of bucks fizz from the bottle and felt the welcoming feeling of fuzziness. She sliced the blackcherry cheesecake into segments and stopped and gazed at the rain streaming down the window. She tried to recall a previous boxing day where it had rained but she had only remembered grey stillness and snow. She carried the sliced cheesecake into the lounge where chatting and laughing heads wore paper hats from christmas crackers. ‘Cheesecake anyone?’, she shouted above the voices and music, but their heads didn’t turn. She felt herself shrink like Alice. She threw the cheesecake at the nearest wall and collapsed to her knees. Feet began to dance around her as though she were a handbag and she shrank even further until she was head level with their prancing toes. She waded through a blob of cheesecake when the sweet fragrance of blackcherry hypnotised her into stillness and invited her to a place where exotic trees and flowers swayed in a caressing breeze. A place where birdsong serenaded her and where feathered wings provided a blanket.

The Carver

Wishing you all a Happy 2021!

I haven’t written in a very long time, but one of my new year goals is to do writing to a set time limit and post regularly. This is a free-style poem that I wrote today (in 15 minutes).

In racy Regency,
in desert burrows,
in city streets,
impressions, expressions, curtailed like,
paper confetti,
against a misty moon,
in racy Regency.
In concrete tunnels,
on wooden seats,
impressions, expressions,
curtailed like,
wooden puppets,
with taped up mouths,
somersaulting,
to fabled tales.

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Music Club

Tuesday night music club,

The first of a million kisses,

Magic and medicine,

In and out of consciousness.


Love, angel, music, baby,

Love sensuality devotion,

So beautiful or so what,

Life in slow motion.

Poem by Donna Henderson (alittlebirdtweets) 2020

This poem uses music album titles only. Life on furlough has fuelled my creativity!

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Manic

This is my truth tell me yours

On how life is

In and out of consciousness

We’ll live and die in these towns

Protection

Stripped


This is my truth tell me yours

Emergency on planet earth

Live and dangerous

Life in slow motion

Nurse

Hear my cry

Playing the angel


This is my truth tell me yours

The unforgettable fire

The long road

Around the sun

Day and age

Endless summer


This is my truth tell me yours

Magic and medicine

Paradise

Feels like home

Home before dark

Breathe in

Life in slow motion

 

Poem by Donna Henderson (alittlebirdtweets) 2020

I wrote this poem about our life during the Coronavirus pandemic. The poem uses music album titles only. I used a Manic Street Preachers album title at the start of every verse, and a part of their band name for the title. Life on furlough has restarted my creativity!

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Songbird

Placing book titles together to form sentences, poems, lyrics, thoughts, stories 📚

I see you, Songbird
the new bestseller
the shadow of your smile
Born scared

Poem by Donna Henderson (alittlebirdtweets)

I see you, by Clare Mackintosh
Songbird, by Josephine Cox
The Shadow of your Smile, by Mary Higgins Clark
Born Scared, by Kevin Brooks

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Bang, Bang

You’re an ember travelling on the dinghy of life, you’re a soul that struggles to breathe, your troubled darkened soul smiles at me through listerine coated teeth, the release from life is in your finger, as you’re squeezing down the trigger, you snigger, you wilter, you fall like a feather, I tell you’re better, much better than this, and I see your palm turn face up, your palm of light is a burning fight, an awakening scorch from the sun.

I yawn, and we are on the beach again with euphoria filled young minds, its sands dispense, its oceans surrender, our scars are fresh and tender. We’re curving our fingers into heart shapes, we’re holding them up to the horizon, we’ve joined the hearts together, and I held the burning question, will you marry me? then bang, bang, the gates had beckoned, bang, bang, you had been sectioned, from a trigger, a snigger, my little orange fizzler, my little feather in the glistening wind.

Delta

She fails to fill the void, she is constricted inside, her heart squeezes into lime juice straight to her eyes, dissipating out through her pupils into the charcoal dusty skies. Her heavy metal voice spins sunrays into shrapnel, splinters etching her face into a plaster-cracked mural. Trey and her, they sway in circles, with upturned hands, fingerprints spiralled, they are reaching for their destinies with their parallel energies, their lip-balm scented breaths are blowing kisses in synergy, and just as the scorpion tosses its tail to the earth, she relives her dark demise and her remarkable rebirth.

Book Review: The Twins by Saskia Sarginson

Hello Readers!

Today, I finished reading the psychological-thriller ‘The Twins’, by Saskia Sarginson. I have written a review below which follows my usual ‘review from a writer’s perspective’. Instead of reviewing from a plot-based ‘this-is-what-happens next’ perspective, I review ad-hoc elements of a book which help me to develop as a writer. I capture notes on setting, character dialogue, theme and plot, along with all of the other elements, as I read, and I put them together into one big review. The review does contain spoilers, so if you intend on reading the book then please do so first. But please also visit again as I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I absolutely loved this debut novel from Saskia Sarginson. I purchased the book from a charity shop (as I love the re-use, re-love technique!), having been drawn in by the title, ‘The Twins’, and the accompanying image of two twin girls sitting side by side. I think the appeal was not only in the subject of twins and the psychology that exists between them, which I find fascinating, but I also think that at the time of buying, my mind was dwelling on another book that I had read a few years previous, which was also based on the subject of twins, and which I had loved. The book was ‘My Fearful Symmetry’, by Audrey Niffenegger.

Firstly, I must confess that I did find ‘The Twins’ difficult to connect with in the first few chapters, and at this point I was wondering if I was actually going to like the book. But I persevered, and I am so glad that I did! This really does show that you have to stick with a book in those times when you just want to give up!

The first person is told from the twins – Viola’s and Isolate’s perspectives, from the time of childhood to early adulthood. These perspectives are broken down into scenes in chapters and are given no particular order. Sometimes I did have to work out who was speaking, while other times it was made obvious from the outset. I feel that this haphazard technique (as opposed to ordered novels) made the book very interesting and natural. Sometimes we were thrown a little section of adulthood right in the middle of childhood, which I found brought the memory and the present day closer. We tend to see this technique a lot in films; where the scenes flick from past to present. I guess that sometimes showing memory and present day so close together gives both more emotional punch at that particular time (rather than spacing those connections chapters apart).

I am a huge fan of psychological thrillers, and I quite often love a character to be the leader over plot. I felt that in this book, plot and character were of equal measure, which was refreshing. I found that it took a bit of time to fall in love with the characters, but I think this goes with most books. May be humans need time to pass by in order for us to connect emotionally with a story, the more we become familiar with it. I am not entirely sure when the pivotal point was that I felt I began to love the characters – but it might well have been during Rose’s (their Mother) every day routines, and during her dialogue to her daughters. Rose came across as natural and wild which was a change from the familiar ‘heart in the right place / faced with a problem that tests him/her to the limit’ characters that we see in these genres.

I found the book had a huge emotional impact on me. The memories that were described in the present day (after us going through those events in real times in their childhood) is what had achieved this. There is a power in repetition – of living through an event and then re-living it through memory later on in years. Another powerful element was the use of showing ‘handwritten letters’ from one character to another. When a handwritten letter is used, we have the perfect medium of seeing how a character feels about another character, as opposed to a character speaking out how they feel through dialogue. The latter doesn’t quite have the same emotional impact as the first.

I loved how Saskia described location and setting, and how she used it during action and time of character reflection. Her choice of the natural world – the sea and beach, the trees and skies – were all perfect for the mood of the scenes and the story as a whole. The tower was particularly atmospheric too which to me made a connection to the dark fairy tales of childhood.

I thought the biggest negative element of the book was the inclusion of a storm at the end. The storm was used in order to stop the characters from contacting each other at a very crucial moment. This is a method used a lot in horror film. I think horror film gets away with it to a certain degree (as it adds to the fear and drama), but sometimes in books, I see it as somewhat cheating the reader. It is as though the story has been left to wander alone, left to chance, beyond character control. If there hadn’t been a storm for instance, then what would have happened? Would the characters have made a different choice? I suppose we could see that as being life in general – the cause and effect of our every day?

There was definitely a sadness to the book – a feeling of time lost, of regrets, of wanting to grab back the past. This is a universal emotion of which we can all relate. I also believe that it is one of the most powerful emotions in fiction – forcing our hearts to ponder over our own lives and experiences in the same way. Although we are living the characters experience, we are also very much living our own too. A parallel power.

The story also had a coming-of-age theme. We see the twins grow up and discover the twin boys as friends and first loves. We are also shown the dark side of eating disorders and how these can develop. Saskia approaches this difficult subject using such delicate yet powerful writing.

I would recommend this book to any one who has the tendency to feel nostalgic, and to those who often dwell on the past and daydream while doing so.

Before I say goodbye on this post, I’d like to give you an update on my writing and reading happenings. I have read seven books of varying themes this year, and my goal is to read eighteen. I have managed to review most of them, which can be found on Goodreads, but at the end of the year, I am going to write a 50-100 word review of each and post it here on my blog.

I have also been working on my first novel, which has been pending over many years. But I think this may be a good thing, because it seems to have morphed into something a lot more powerful than five years ago. I have an on-the-go file that I add to as I go about my day – popping in ideas on post its!

I hope you are having a creative year!

Will be back very soon!

Donna x

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