Nostalgia – John Morshead

I was thinking of her strange hysteria

My name is John Morshead. I was born and raised in London and I am currently 15 years old. Having been a chorister for several years of my life, language was thrusted upon me from a young age, and ever since words and the ways in which they fit together to reach meaning has fascinated me. I am taking my GCSEs this year and am very excited albeit excitement stemming from racked nerves and long nights with coffee. I hope, regardless of the outcome of my writing, that I can make someone smile when they see my writing, or feel something. Be it joy, fear, sadness or any other emotion, to me, the kindling that fuels the raging fire of emotions is words, and to essay to tame that flame is an honour.


I was standing by mother’s wisteria,

The wistful, wizened curls of lilac like lavender cream.

I was thinking of her strange hysteria

About the man cutting her hydrangeas in her dream.

She would tell me I ought to be careful,

To only take trimmings from the left hand side,

And me gazing lazily on with the dog,

Only to head back on to the cool of inside,

Where we would stand by the wisteria every day until she died.

John Morshead

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