Good Afternoon and Welcome to The Jaw

Good Afternoon everyone, my name is Katherine A Shaw and welcome to a blog site that is going to be dedicated to The Jaw.

Incase you haven’t heard of it, which I’m guessing many of you haven’t, The Jaw Revisited is an epic poetic novel written by myself.  One year in the writing as produced a novel that is over 100,000 words long.  Now I can hear you all shouting at me… “So what, 100,000 words is not that long”  and you will be correct.  There is something rather unique about this book though.

It is a life story of two characters…  “Yes o.k but many books are like that”

It has love and romance…  “Oh no not another Mills and Boon?”

Death and despair, torture, sadness and betrayal… “Yes o.k but that does not make it special”

Well it covers many subjects about today’s society… “Right it is not sounding that unique or different is it?”

O.K, well The Jaw is as I have said over 100,000 words, spanning more than 450 pages all written in……. Rhyming Couplets.  Each line will rhyme with the next throughout the whole book.  It is a life story of two characters, Paul and Betty as they try to fight their way through their so-called life which throws just about everything at them.  Many subjects raised are subjects that maybe when we were all younger, if they had been talked about a little more instead of being brushed under the carpet, the society today would not be such a bad place sometimes.

I really hope you enjoy the site and please feel free to leave comments where you think appropriate.

I will post small snippets on a daily basis, as well as some photographs from when I take “The Jaw On Tour” to Mallorca.

Much love.   Katherine

The Wonder Of The Potato

After watching a well known show here in the U.K, Celebrity Juice, I decided that it only seemed fit to write an ode to the wonder that is the Potato.

The smell of salt and vinegar makes me lick my lips
You can’t beat the smell of fish and chips
When we are strapped for cash
We will dine on bangers and mash
Baked potatoes filled with cheese
Lashings of it…if you please
When nights are cold and nights are frosty
I warm myself up with a Potato Rosti
When I fancy a night out on the tiles
I fuel up with potato smiles
Vodka is also appealing
As it can be made from the potato peeling
So thumbs up for the versatile Tattie
The onder of the Potato gets 10 out of 10 from me

I Don’t Know Why

He mesmerises me, I don’t know why

Like a swinging pendant, before my eye

He captivates me, I don’t know why

A joy to behold, in anyone’s eye

 

He makes my heart flutter, I don’t know why

From flower to flower, a wild butterfly

He makes me want him, I don’t know why

Like a second helping of sweet cherry pie

 

I want to tell him, I don’t know why

Would I tell him the truth?  or would I lie?

So I guess I’ll keep silent, I don’t know why

Forever a secret, forever shy

Fly To A Web

It is an invisible thread that binds me and you,

One that holds us fast as glue.

Nothing can ever tear us apart,

We beat together as one heart.

 

Our hearts and emotions are entwined,

Nothing compares to us, we are one of a kind.

Our love is stronger than iron,

Our love has the strength of a lion.

 

You are my backbone and I am your spine,

I am your glory, you are my shrine.

We stick together like a fly to a web,

You are the moon; I am the sea’s ebb.

 

Your love is like the sea, so vast and so deep,

My love to you is a memento that you will keep.

Do Not Cry

Do not cry when I have gone,

I’ll see you soon, it won’t be long.

 

You’ll hear my laugh in the springtime breeze,

You’ll hear my song from the birds in the trees.

I am the fallen blossom that dances through the street,

I am the grass that grows beneath your feet.

 

Do not cry, it’s not goodbye.

 

I am in the heavens, wrapped in golden light,

I am the stars that shine so clear and bright.

I am the spring rain that falls from above,

Landing on you softly, showering you with love.

I am the colour from flowers growing wild,

I am the love to which you embrace a child.

 

Do not cry, it’s not goodbye.

 

I am no longer afraid or in pain,

Don’t be sad, you have nothing to gain.

Remember me with joy and love,

I will be watching you from above.

Think of me when you look at the moon,

Do not cry, I will see you soon.

 

Do not cry, it’s not goodbye

 

But for now, carry on,

I’m here in soul, I have not gone.

Hold your head high, Try to be strong,

Your grief and sorrow, you must not prolong.

Be brave, have strength and be happy,

Remember these words when you think of me.

 

Do not cry for it is not goodbye

Chapter 12. Call For An Ambulance

Call For An Ambulance

I heard a noise from outside of my window

I looked out and saw Louise below

She was running past my garden gate

Running past with AnnMarie, her mate

Inside my head I cussed at her, wished she were dead

And for a few seconds, I turned my head

What happened next was like a bad dream

I faced the window again, as I heard a piercing scream

Louise was impaled on one of the gates metal spikes

Lying next to her were two racing bikes

Louise’s feet were touching the floor

But the spike was embedded through her jaw

AnnMarie was sobbing and crying

Louise was stuck on the spike, bleeding and dying

Two little kids were shouting “It was an accident

We didn’t mean to crash into her, it was not meant”

She had lost lots of blood, her face was grey

I could see her life slipping away

I just stood leaning against the window sill

I couldn’t move, I kept still

I watched Louise as her blood ran down her chin and arm

I knew she had done some serious harm

Her feet suddenly started to slip

From the ground they lost their grip

Louise started to splutter, started to cough

As her jaw almost got ripped off

I whisper to myself “You’ve dropped something on the floor

Oh yes Louise, it is your jaw”

I could see her eyes rolling to the top of her head

If she didn’t receive help, she would soon be dead

I opened the window and stuck my head out

“Call for an ambulance!” I heard AnnMarie shout

I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t know why

For some strange reason, I wanted Louise to die

I heard a voice screaming in my head

THAT LITTLE COW, DESERVES TO BE DEAD

I saw Louise’s body begin to shake and quiver

Down my spine, ran a cold shiver

I knew Louise’s body was quickly failing

In the distance I hear an ambulance siren wailing

“The ambulance is coming” I hear AnnMarie hark

Then all I remember is the room going dark

Next thing I know, I was tucked up in bed

Mum sitting beside me, telling me Louise was dead

I think as I fainted, I must have hit my head off the floor

Because my head was extremely sore

Sore wasn’t the word, as it hurt very much

Yet strangely… not to the touch

The next few weeks past in a blur

All I kept seeing was images of her

The headaches were driving me insane

I thought I had a haemorrhage in my brain

My mental health needed some attention

I went to the doctors to seek medical intervention

To the doctor I gave a symptom description

He took out a pad and wrote a prescription

He said most people would have done the same in my situation

He also recommended a well needed vacation

But I didn’t want to go on holiday

I didn’t want to go away

I just wanted to be left alone

I just wanted to be on my own

My behaviour was causing mum and dad to be stressed

So they went on holiday instead, they thought it was best

I hope you enjoyed my little preview to The Jaw.  Please bookmark this blog to find out all the up to date news on when The Jaw will be available to buy.