The scream is silent, yet deafening.
It is pointed like a star,
Yet it emits no light.
It sticks to the throat
Like thick treacle.
Choking me.
The need to release it
Weighs heavy.
Pushing me into the earth.
How I long to be like the wolf.
Howling at the moon.
To be rid of this noise within me.
That beats at my lungs.
Black as night, cold as snow.
Yet still it lives.
Deep in my stomach.
Feeding from the scraps I throw to it.
Like a pot bellied pig.

© Victoria Tucker 2014


Wanderer returns

Woohoo I’m back. Did you miss me?


Sorry I haven’t updated my blog for a couple of weeks, but i have been on the beautiful island of Tenerife.

We stayed in the first choice holiday village (also known as luabay Costa Los gigantes hotel) which was lovely.


The food was lovely and they had some amazing cocktails (which I was drinking a little too fast. I blame the heat)


The highlight of the holiday was our trip on the mustcat catamaran to see the short fin pilot whales. The crew were absolutely amazing! My daughters were feeling a bit sea sick to start with and they really looked after them. To learn more about the mustcat click here.

There is even the opportunity to stop for a quick snorkel and diving session and the chance to see the turtles. I loved it and would definitely recommend this trip to anyone visiting the island.


Unfortunately it’s back to the grindstone now and I’m going to have to get used to making my own bed and cooking my own meals. Already dreaming of a holiday for next year. I was thinking Mexico, does anyone have any recommendations of places, hotels, excursions etc?

Caress – poem

The soft breeze,
Caresses me,
Like a lover.
His kisses,
Whisper on my skin;
Sending shivers,
Down my spine.

The hairs on my body,
Stand to attention.
My warm skin tingles.
With his embrace,
He gives me a welcome reprieve,
From the beating sun.

No sooner has my lover
Brushed over me;
Leaving traces
Of his beautiful kisses.
He leaves me again.
And the warm sun
Enfolds me once more.