Biography of Sherrie Lowe
I am a divorced mother of two adult sons and nanna to a lovely grandson. I have been writing for eighteen years seriously - many before that playing at it - since becoming ill with M.E. I have written numerous poems, six novels and a memoir. All books are available from
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Sherrie Lowe's Works:
Song of the Phoenix
The Author, The gardener and The Woman What Does
Shadow Across the Sun (a memoir)
The Willow's Dip series which consists of:
A Lapse of Sanity Book 1
After the Solstice Book 2, the sequel
Free Flight Book 3
Sherrie Lowe Poems
First Crush - A Sonnet
You once sat on my wall and talked to me; I was irked because you spoiled my silly game. The tender age of twelve was what I'd be. Aged thirteen and I just don't feel the same.
Dreams Of Long Ago
Serene and reflective the old woman sits warming her legs by the fire. Calm and objective, her mem'ry selective, past lovers and wanton desire.
The Closest Place To Heaven
Diagonal snow obliterating clear blue sky, A cold, white duvet softening our footfalls. Cushioned silence encompasses the path; our senses. Trees link arms, jealously guarding the carpet
In spring they said we had a drought, Nature went to sort it out, Then it never stopped raining.
Beside The Brazier
A cold, damp night, no cheerful home. Fingerless gloves clothe frozen hands. Filled with abjection at life's rejection, society's revulsion. What brought him to this? What turn of Fate?
Teeny Tiny Footprints
We had a little spider Several years ago, His home was in the bathroom, Beside the overflow.
The Spanish Invaders
From Spain they came to inhabit our woods, To oust the pretty native bluebell. A refugee in English countryside. Not prolific, only few defiantly
You, who were once my rock, now gone. A different face, a different you, An indifference. What once mattered no longer does.
Bright Eyes - To Jazz
Pink eyes, once bright, now dimmed, glazed, Once powerful legs stilled, lifeless. The clock chimes five, signalling your death. Ten years old, no geriatric you,
Memories Of Love
When I first saw your smile I realised how dark my life had been until that moment. When I first saw your eyelashes
Suddenly he was there amid city roar, Pale hair accentuated by cream coat, Was he real or an unattainable anomaly? Nameless: A Rupert, Adam, Steven, Joe.
Memories Of Love
When I first saw your smile
I realised how dark my life had been until that moment.
When I first saw your eyelashes
I wished that they were mine,
Long, soft, curling arcs, raised to the passing plane.
You told me it was one of yours, tongue in cheek.
When I first saw your bitten nails