Words and Scribblings Of Juliette Turrell

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A Hello Haiku

Well, what do you know! I am still alive out here, Still mooching through life. ©️ Juliette Turrell

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End of the week slog

16:30 The sun is burning through my office window. I feel the call of a cool glass of something chilled. There is birdsong out there, swifts dive, wagtails hop on the warm flagstones. A solitary robin sits on the stone wall. I can hear frantic Friday afternoon conversations down the hall. “We really need this wrapped up today…” “I was hoping to head home early, it is Friday after all.” I…

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It’s Thursday

You know it’s been a long, wet, cold winter, when you get a warm Thursday evening. Suddenly, the house has an extra room, no cramped, TV filled noisy space. I hide. Settled in the garden with a large glass of Pimms and ginger. The idiotic golden retriever barking at pigeons, as if they are going to fly off with his bones. The warm breeze barely lifting my loose hair. Mindful, blissful…

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A Touch of the Bard…

I’m a Shakespeare fan, no doubt about it. Two trips to The Globe Theatre in the last few years, an amazing diatribe of the best insults ever, great wit and stage presence. When my mother suggested a girls trip to Stratford-upon-Avon I was sooooo up for it! Sadly we aren’t seeing Loves Labours Lost this evening, though I’d love to, I can see something else another time, today is for my…

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#39

Don’t be so tense nowUnwind, relax, breathe deeply Let it out slowly…. ©️Juliette Turrell

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June Evening in my Garden with Wine .

Drowsy, warm summer evening, sepia light, long shadows.The sun slips endlessly on its journey towards lighting other lands. Lazy bubbles, rising, bursting on the surface of my pink fizz. Heavy peony heads sway softly in the embrace of a gentle breeze. Slowly, the wine makes my feet numb and my mind relax. Breathing deeply, I hear melodies of bird song and distance church bells calling a riotous…

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#38

Your softly whispered,Clever sexy syllables,Go straight to my soul. ©️Juliette Turrell

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#37

Summer breeze, fill me Draw my breath, dancing on air Kiss my smile away. ©️Juliette Turrell

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#34

When you need a life break There’s nothing quite like cake, And a coffee of course! To sit in the corner Listening to the murmurs Of fellow partakers, In between munches And scrummy fresh lunches, They put their world straight At such a fast rate! “Will you know how she is…” “Mm gets in such a tiss” “So I bought a soup maker!” Well, that’s an ice breaker! I’m going to stop right…

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Save me a word.

Save me a word, Keep me in your mind, Just sitting there, thinking as I do, Quietly Contemplating the thoughts you let slip Into your dark eyes. Save me a word, Make it one that caresses your tongue, Picture me kissing The pleasure of its vowels From your lips. And smile, as our soft skin Lightly brushes, Crushes Tentative, questioning, lost. Save me a word. Make it real in your…

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#32

I took a time out, Yet I find myself adrift, Lost within my mind, Recklessly searching for a Life which is outside my grasp. ©️ Juliette Turrell

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Ah, and then!

I found out I got the new job I wanted today!! Yay! New chapter, new people, new systems, new new… But good new. Maybe this time, it’s my time. I have a good feeling about this! But that might be the bottle of Fleurie and bag of dark chocolate buttons I ‘found’ to celebrate with 🤪 I hope I sleep well tonight 😅 Take care 😘

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Revisit - Would you?

Would you? #blogtober #poem #erotic

Would you like to have a ringside seat? For those moments she found to explore. Winter light kissed limbs on crisp cotton sheets. Clothes scattered in a trail from the door. Would you watch in fixated captivity? As she stroked and caressed her smooth curves, Jaw clenched, Embracing passivity? Each new touch a test to your nerves. Would your fingers flex with the yearning? As her gasps and needful…

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Sitting at a Railway Station…

So I hum Simon and Garfunkel as I watch the people pass, Life in a rush, it goes way too fast, Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late now. Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late now. And a smile is playing on my lips, the wind is in my hair. Nobody has time to look, no one to stop and stare. Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late today. Got to get to, must be at, can’t be late, no…

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Revisit - What She Wanted.

What She Wanted.

She wanted him. She wanted him so badly it ached, every cell of her body desired him wantonly, blood pulsing faster, nipples hardening, chaffing inside her lacy bra as her blouse moved across them while she worked, her entire being physically gravitated to him, passing thoughts of him drew soft moans from her throat and the sight of him left her breathless with desire… … and he knew it.  Watching…

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Brief, but not permanent, meh! moment (in which I share some of my favourites blogs ;)

Meh, #blogtober why do I ever start these things… I should have learned from the wipeout that came after my bleak attempt at nanowrimo (now known as The Reprobate Niche – still incomplete.) that I’m unable to create content where there’s none to be had. However! Inspiration does seem to be coming my way this month, as I said previously autumn is a creative month for me, generally speaking. Even…

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#27

#27 #blogtober #poetry #poem #spilledwords #spilledink When will you wake up?

When will you wake up? It time to feel again, to breathe again, to embrace this pace of life again. When will you wake up? You must long anew, lust anew, be touched in places where there’s just dust anew. When will you wake up? Dormant thoughts are not for you… touch that place inside your soul, be bold, explore, let out your roar! When will you wake up? ©️ Juliette Turrell

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