Sara Parker-Fuller

Myth and the Metropolis

 
 

Me

Like everyone I’m made of many parts, not all of which sit together comfortably.

When I was a child I remember having a note book which I filled with poems written with an HB pencil.

I’ve been writing since I’ve been remembering. There have been stories, scripts, poems, essays, blogs…..so many of them lost over the years.

I occasionally wonder what I would make of those lost words now as a woman sitting on the doorstep of Cronehood.

I currently find myself living in the centre of a city which never ceases to surprise me as I am bent into shape by the countryside. I share my home with my husband and our youngest daughter, who is grown up, along with two small dogs. My eldest daughter lives nearby and visits from time to time.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

What to expect from your visit

This website serves as a repository where I store my words. Maybe somewhere in amongst the jumble there will be the occasional gem found only by the most intrepid explorers.

There is a variety of writing here, old stories and new, and poems that have many moods. Certain threads run through much of what I think and therefore write about, these include Nature, Myth and Story, Illness, Dreams, Divinity, Femininity and more. From time to time I try to organise it, I’m not a natural organiser.

Feel free to wander these electronic pages as you wish, you are most welcome here.

Webs

I write like a bird building a nest

Words chosen, gathered together

To form a sturdy home

For my thoughts

Cosy and safe

If perhaps a little clumsy

Oh but how I envy those who 

Write like spiders

Weaving webs

The Poets

Creating glimmering gossamer

Threads as insubstantial as the breeze

Yet strong enough to hold all

Mesmerised, I am lured in

How cumbersome my nests feel

I wish to make webs with my words