Tag: Sammi Cox

These Words | Sammi Cox

July 14, 2022

I craft worlds out of words
That only exist in my head
These words build cities
Grow gardens — make history
As well as bake cakes
These words that create
Transform into people with thoughts
And actions all their own
So my words become theirs
Or is it the other way around
These words — their voices
My craft — their art
My daydreams — their adventures
All inside my head

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Wishes | Sammi Cox

November 10, 2021

wishes, like watercolour

paintings, left in the sun

fading like old

newspaper, ravaged by

the passing of time

.

they come and go

these wishes and wants

changing with the seasons

replaced by shiny new

hopes and dreams

.

yet the old ones linger

like memories

faded, yes

but not forgotten

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Celebrating the Cult of the 13 | Sammi Cox

November 13, 2020

Friday 13th November 2071

Friday the 13th, the holy day of good luck, was here. It was a holiday, and unless you were in the religious, entertainment or food industry, it was a day off. But, no matter what, everyone attended the sunrise service at their local temple to give thanks to the 13. Then after, the carnival.

People queued to walk under ladders. Children jumped on cracks on the pavement. Mirrors were broken and chain letters burnt. Black cats were everywhere: on t-shirts and bags, toys were prizes in raffles, and guardians of pet cats were given gifts by their neighbours…

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Roses | Sammi Cox

May 6, 2020

Roses are red, violets are blue
I’ve been counting the ways I used to love you
But it doesn’t matter, that is all gone
The past is the past, and we’ve got to move on

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 21/02/2020

We Met In Autumn | Sammi Cox

May 5, 2020

We met in autumn
Beneath leaves of red and gold
A love that burned bright
But ended in the winter
With the frost and snow and ice

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, August 2020

Originally posted on the site: 10/02/2020

In the Gloom | Sammi Cox

May 3, 2020

Frosty and foggy
Footsteps crunch underfoot
Secrets remain hidden
In the gloom
A cold embrace
Yet it warms my heart

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 20/12/2019

An Uninvited Guest | Sammi Cox

April 29, 2020

The crash was deafening. Sitting bolt upright, my head pounded in that unique way it does when you’ve woken too quickly from a deep sleep, leaving you disoriented.

The noise came again, suddenly in the silence. I fell out of bed. Stumbling to my feet, half-blind with confusion, I opened my bedroom door to be greeted by the strangest sight. A little man, with very big ears, hands and feet.

‘Sorry. Took a wrong turn. The door closed behind me. Looks like I’m stuck here.’

‘Door?’

‘Portal. You know. Looks like I’ll be staying for a while.’

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 30/09/2019

Unconditional Love | Sammi Cox

April 29, 2020

“I must love you very much,”
She whispers with a sigh
Before picking her cat
Off her favourite jumper
Which is now covered in cat hair
And is almost certainly ruined
Like all the other ones
The cat’s curled up on before

Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 27/09/2019