Biography of christine mcCherry
I attended Blackamoor Open Air school as a child. I felt my education was incomplete and took a college course in later life where I gained a GCE grade A in English lit and language. I then took an NVQ course in creative writing.
I am a member of various writing groups including The Lancashire Authors based in Chorley and Blackpool writers. I am a widow and have three grown up children and two grandsons. I love writing, reading, antiques, animals, the countryside, travel and listening and talking to interesting people.
christine mcCherry's Works:
short stories published in various magazines inc Take a break and Yours magazine (Out on the 28th nov) and newspapers. Poems also published in various mags and papers and on line.I have just had a short story accepted to be made into a 15 minute film.
christine mcCherry Poems
I Hardly Thought Of Him Today
I hardly thought of him today Well, when I woke I have to say I might have thought of him just then. I must admit it's so that when
Who would I really like to be If I was someone else but me Well that's a question, theres no doubt Thats very hard to figure out.
There is a magic hour before the dawn When the city stops it's thunderous roar and slumbers like a raddled whore
Do Not Cry For Me
Do not cry for me, my love For I am truly blessed I sleep in fields of green and gold My soul is now at rest
I get up each morning to face a new day People will ask 'Are you doing okay'? I smile and reply 'I am doing just fine' But you and I know I'm just spinning a line
Wee Babbie Eh, little babbie, tha’s a bonnie wee thing Tha’ mammies a beauty, tha’ Da’ will be King. Tha’ll want for nothin’ all of tha’ life
Welcome, Little Prince.
Every birth of every child Should be a source of joy
Misty, hazel eyes smile from a dark wood frame. An age of dust obscure his image. Is it three years?
Time Will Tell
TIME WILL TELL T'was time that helped the apples on the tree Blush and ripen in the warm Autumn light And at that moment when he smiled at me
You lay beside me through the dark cold nights, Brought joy and laughter to my empty days, Turned darkest thoughts towards the light, And helped me through in oh, so many ways.
A Soldiers Story
Do not see me as I am now, a bent old man with wizened brow.
Castles In An Emerald Field
In the magic hours before the dawn When early risers stretch and yawn And the city stops its thunderous roar And slumbers like a raddled whore
With hair the colour of Lancashire coal And eyes as black as the Devils soul Pyewackety roamed the Pendle hills Dispensing herbs to cure all ills
With hair the colour of Lancashire coal
And eyes as black as the Devils soul
Pyewackety roamed the Pendle hills
Dispensing herbs to cure all ills
She was strange and free and wild
She used her skills to help a child
The potions failed, the baby died
Pyewackety held him close and cried