I hope you enjoy these little stories at the moment there are five, I'll try and post one every day, after that I hope to write more but we will see how this part goes first.

What (almost) nobody knows about Helen Magnus

Poems

Helen Magnus writes poems when in the right mood. No one knows that being sad or melancholy makes her write. She does not really have a choice, she has to write them down or she will never get rid of them. The other thing they don't know is that they are quite modern poems – she doesn't write sonnets or anything in the style she learned to write in when she was younger.

Ashley, my dearest daughter

The flowers I pick for you

Are those of life

Like the life you once held

The color that tears at my heart

Is the color of passing

The passing of time

All that I see

Is the passing of time

In which

You continue to be

Dreaming of color

Dreaming of life

That once was

Is now a shadow of time