Maggie Watson's Blog, page 4
September 14, 2025
Strawberry Fields
(written September 2025)
From the fragility of eggshells to these strawberry fields.
Here I rest my head in search of peace.
Still, my feet remain crimson red, while the
seeds of yesterday linger.
Behind enemy lines, silence does not always signal a ceasefire.
If there is a place beyond these fields where
I no longer expect to hear gunshots of anger;
take me there, so I can be free.
Until then, I sleep to dream of raising my
head above the parapet without being met by
a hand across my mouth.
Why must I stifle these words inside me ?
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September 12, 2025
Scarlet Letters
(written September 2025)
With ink-stained fingers
she bleeds words onto paper
her scarlet letters.
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September 10, 2025
Sparks
(written September 2025)
sparks among the stars
glimpses of you now hidden
behind a full moon
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September 8, 2025
Roots and Branches
(written August 2025)
As summer begins its descent, I wonder how many seasons,
I have spent gazing at the horizon.
How many ships have sailed while I sat waiting on cliff edges?
Stretching my arms across the void with hope.
Autumn’s arrival is nature’s way of letting go.
In the act of waiting, we only stagnate.
Another year swiftly draws to a close.
I choose neither to let go nor wait.
Branch by branch, I am detaching.
Yet I still know, within the roots of me, you will always remain.
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September 6, 2025
Without a Life Jacket
(written August 2025)
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With no lifejacket or anchor supplied.
The first baptism is a cold, hard shock, a riptide.
Sink to the bottom, or rise.
As you flail and flounder, no one hears your cries.
First lesson over.
Straighten the rudder, sail along with the tides.
Just around the corner, without warning, a storm arrives.
Another baptism while you bob around surveying the wreckage.
A maelstrom grips your ankles, dragging you under
With nothing left, you see no reason to fight.
And then something shifts as your soul turns on its light.
In life’s vast ocean, there will always be something that disrupts the flow.
In the depths of its waters, we learn to survive.
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September 4, 2025
Thank You
You have all been so generous and kind since I joined this community 3 years ago.
There is no place like this.
I did intend having a few days break after being awarded Author of the Month, but as we know, writers never sleep.
They only eat , drink, write poetry, repeat 
To everyone who has congratulated me on my post or someone else’s , thank you again.
Special thanks to Mike, Lauren and Dawn for the shout-outs and everyone who voted!
I WILL BE BACK ON SATURDAY.
*turning comments off on this post 
September 1, 2025
Spillwords Author of the Month
Hi everyone.
What can I say, I am still pinching myself to make sure that I am not dreaming!
I could launch into an Oscar like speech but I wont.
Firstly, I would like to say thank to Dagmara and her team for their continued support of my work and also the Spillwords Community!
This is such an honour and one I am beyond grateful for!
To this beautiful Community, thank you to anyone who took the time to vote!
FROM MY HEART, YOUR UNENDING LOVE, SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT MEANS MORE THAN YOU KNOW!
I am taking a few days off from blogging, so I will see you all at the weekend!
LASTLY I WOULD LIKE TO SAY…. NEVER GIVE UP AND ALWAYS BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!
Maggie
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August 30, 2025
Raise Your Voice
(written August 2025)
In silence, we cut the air with a knife.
In the midnight hours, nothing stirs.
On the outside, life lies dormant, waiting for the
light of dawn to arrive.
Yet, nothing is ever completely silent.
Even in the hush, a clock ticks while thoughts preoccupy
troubled minds.
In the silence, another lamb kneels at the altar.
In the silence, another vagrant dies.
In the silence, the suicidal utter another silent scream.
If remaining silent is your choice, then sew your lips together.
When there is so much wrong with this world, why would anyone
choose not to raise their voice above the noise?
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August 28, 2025
Knives
( written August 2025)
Don’t slaughter the lamb
for speaking the truth when you
lick deceit from knives.
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