Before you went to bed last night;

Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,

And left your window silver white.

He must have waited till you slept;

And not a single word he spoke,

But pencilled o’er the panes and crept

Away again before you woke.

And now you cannot see the hills

Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;

But there are fairer things than these

His fingers traced on every pane.

Rocks and castles towering high;

Hills and dales, and streams and fields;

And knights in armor riding by,

With nodding plumes and shining shields.

And here are little boats, and there

Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;

And yonder, palm trees waving fair

On islands set in silver seas,

And butterflies with gauzy wings;

And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;

And fruit and flowers and all the things

You see when you are sound asleep.

For, creeping softly underneath

The door when all the lights are out,

Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,

And knows the things you think about.

He paints them on the window-pane

In fairy lines with frozen steam;

And when you wake you see again

The lovely things you saw in dream.

A creative collaboration between photography and poetry. Project contained 12 poems by 12 contributing female poets, exploring the theme: the male muse/female creator, the role of sexuality and desire and the body in creativity, alongside 12 artistic nude images of selected male poets, photographed by 12 UK female photographers. I was very lucky to be apart of this project.

I was contacted by the wonderful creator of this project Vik Bennett of Wild Women Press. The idea was to create a beautiful fine art calendar,to raise funds and awareness for diabetes research to find a cure for type one diabetes. A cause very close to Vik, as her son was diagnosed with type one diabetes at the age of 2 years

My beautiful poem by Penelope Shuttle

Love, The Blackmailer

Who has the mad yell of a ring-tone,

the daft look of a work of art

no one’s noticed for years ?

Love the Blackmailer, of course,

who compares me to a summer’s day,

or calls me, for the first time, Mummy.

If I had a thousand hearts

to give him, it wouldn’t be enough.

And kisses! A million won’t suffice.

All Love’s demands are final

All Love’s threats are carried out,

Love the Blackmailer with his ledger of secrets,

his I know where you live…

What he knows will wreck a career

or a marriage, start a war.

What Love knows

can only be kept secret

by giving him the shirt off your back,

the keys to your kingdom.

And what’s Love going to give you, then?

What’s he got up his sleeve for you this tear-bright day?

After spending a morning exploring everybody’s unique identity and looking at the ingredients needed for creating fabulous images, we stepped outside to shoot. We were blessed with the most exceptional weather.

Thanks to Rachel’s amazing styling and the fabulous models Jaz and Jared we were able to take some very creative images. Catherine was on top form as usual!

Here are a small selection- Enjoy!

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