Monday, 23 December 2013


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He loves me, he loves me not
a tear begins to form

He loves me, he loves me not
a seed of fear is born

He loves me, he loves me not
my heart will not settle

He loves me, he loves me not!
I crush the fragile petal.

What if he never loves me?
My brokenness won't mend

I pick another daisy
and start the count again.

He loves me. He loves me!
Joy becomes a sigh

For just a tiny spark of hope
a flower had to die.

Amanda Edwards (c) 2013

Saturday, 21 December 2013

Summer rains

Bless-ed rain falls
on this sun baked earth,

the pores of my skin,

the desert places 
of my soul,
the well-spring of my heart,

my desperate thirst.

Droplet upon droplet
form wild rivulets
down my dusty cheeks
the detritus of yesteryears.

I hold my arms aloft,
press my face
against God's chest

And smile through His tears.

Amanda Edwards (c) 2013

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge, by Mandy Edwards .... is now in PRINT.

Visit for more information and let me know if you would like to purchase a copy. You won't regret it! It is gorgeous. 138 pages, 5 full colour illustrations, a coloured map, and a black and white sketch for each chapter. Come and see what farmlife is like in Otago, New Zealand ... and help two young cousins solve the mystery ... at Dead Man's Ridge.

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Panic in the supermarket

tendrils of fear
unfurl around me
amongst the shelves
crackers play dice
with my heart
there's too little air
in the Spanish Olives
a purple aubergine
mocks me - "mala insana"
what madness is this?
my soul bared
there is nowhere to hide
layer upon layer of skin
stinging insidious tears
pretzels hold out their arms
like children in prayer
I stare at my upturned palms
stained by the vine
and can't remember
why I am here.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2013