Biography of Claire Hastie
I am an unpublished poet/writer. Hopefully one day I will change my past time hobby, to a successful career in published writing. I started writing poems for members of my family when I was only six years old. The other day my mum found poems that I had written to my gran and granda from when I was young. It was nice to know they had kept them all those years before they passed away. They always believed I would grow up to be an author, and being Scottish and born on the same day as the famous scottish poet, Robert Burns - I knew I had a great starting point!
By the time I was eight years old, I began to write short stories. My favourite genre was ghosts and all scary stuff! Today, much has not changed and I continue to write full length novels in paranormal thrillers. I am currently finishing a novel on a crime paranormal thriller, and hope to find an agent or publisher to fulfill my dreams.
Claire Hastie's Works:
None as of yet
Claire Hastie Poems
I watch him as he sleeps Pure innocence wrapped in sheets A tiny hand curls around teddy His breathing low and steady.
I dedicate this to the one I most admired His poetry and life were to be desired His short life he predicted Some say it was self-inflicted.
Under My Skin!
Today’s recession gets under my skin, But our greedy politicians are a sure clear win, Pure greed and selfishness through and through, But to top it all of, we’re now plagued with swine flu!
He Walks Alone
The sun burns his skin as he walks alone Crosses the road to his empty home The years of age scarred on his face The family he had... left in disgrace.
The Red, Red Rose (In Good Ole Scottish ...
Across the rollin’ greens afar, The soldiers' fought fae land an’ Queen, No tellin’ where the blood shots are, But wee James is naewhere tae be seen.
They crawl from every corner They hide behind the door Waiting, watching for the small child to wander Evil lurks from beneath the floor
The first moment I saw your face I fell in love with all my heart My precious boy I could never replace My love for you will never part.
The beautiful land of life and soul Green hills roll as far as shores Here my heart will always lie To the true love of my Scottish life.
The Death Of A Rose
I watched the rose curl up and die It's petals dropped to where I lie I counted all it's glorious days Until it's death, I cry for praise.
As I sit here and wonder Everything about me gets blunter Life around me is fading away It gets worse from day to day.
Farewell And Hello
Autumn leaves fall softly to the ground The wind and rain strong against the crowd Faces wet from the storm and grief A brother steps forward to lay down a wreath
Today I feel the desire to run Yesterday I was still having fun The child on the corner won't stop crying Probably cos' his mother's still dying.
Rising clouds show no blue sky Wash my thoughts over 2 u Differences made 2 not question why Life is purer when there is 2
Woke up this morning with a new sense Dreams before had been so tense I had witnessed the re-birth of my lost soul It had wandered around with nowhere to go.
He Walks Alone
The sun burns his skin as he walks alone
Crosses the road to his empty home
The years of age scarred on his face
The family he had... left in disgrace.
Dirt and stones thrown his way
He knows God won't help him today
Mothers and fathers hurl abuse
What he has committed is no excuse.