Susan Jones – Writer

My Writing Blog

Susan Jones writes romantic drama with a touch of humour, and historical sagas as Lydia King. She lives in North Warwickshire, and loves walking through the beautiful woodlands where she lives, and gardening and reading are her pastimes.

Category: Poetry.

  • Robert Browning 1812 – 1889 O, TO be in EnglandNow that April ‘s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! He was visiting Italy, when poet, Robert Browning, missing the English springtime,…

  • As you know, I love poetry, and have my Morning Walk poem in the Spring issue of Kindred Spirit magazine. Here’s another poem that you will find in my pamphlet Suzy Doodling, a book of poems on my author page. Poetry Book There’s a mixture in there, as I used to write about anything and…

  • End of the year, and time to check how the year has been. I finished the midlands saga, and sent it off to first agent, who wanted to read the whole story. Liked it but didn’t want to take it any further. So same again, try and try again is the motto for getting an…

  • End of year blog, with mince pie poem, copyright S. Jones.

  • It’s not every day I’d have a chance to post two of my favourite singers together, but we has a bit of a gas moment ourselves recently. The smell of gas was strong enough to call out an engineer. Turns out there was a slow leak next door, but the neighbours were away. Thanks to…

  • When I go out in the mornings with my cleaning job in the blue van, we pass the island of flowers every day. Which reminds me it’s a hundred years this year that Edith Cavell, the Vicar’s daughter from Swaderton in Norfolk, and Rupert Brooke – Warwickshire soldier and poet, were killed. They were both…

  • Originally posted on poetreecreations.wordpress.com: My mind goes totally numb At mention of Bako Haram A cruel and senseless action Happening in this newest millennium! The greed of some White men String pulling by a kingpin The 200 coloured thirteen’s… Kidnapped by a so-called human being! All will be forgotten soon All wanting to save…

  • Temping week is over, and I had a great time. Really friendly people, and my own little office to answer the phone, and sort the post, tick off a register of who’s in, who’s out on business, and who’s on holidays.  Felt a bit like being the teacher, for a week. I’ve just got to…

  • A creative cake to go with the reading. Brother Maurice is hiding in the cloisters. Look what I’m up to today, on Creative Frontiers. Hope you enjoy reading how I began writing. My latest poem is here, read about Aqua Marina sitting on her favorite rock. It’s for a competition, the theme is tide. I’m…