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Hi, Im Scot, an Amateur poet. Ambulance dreamer. Neurodivergent wordsmith. Turning frontline chaos into colourful verse, one jigsaw piece at a time.

Proudly autistic, awkward, and scribbling between sirens. PTSD survivor using poetry as a lifeline

09/08/2026

Every now and then, a poem arrives in my head that feels like a quiet conversation between hearts, a reminder that love doesn’t end, it simply changes form.

Until We Meet Again is one of those pieces. Written for my upcoming book When Footprints Become Stars, it’s a gentle reflection on loss, memory, and the invisible threads that keep us connected beyond time and distance.
It’s for anyone who’s ever looked to the sky, felt a familiar breeze, or heard a song that carried someone’s presence back for a moment.Because love, in all its forms, is never truly gone — it just finds new ways to speak.

I hope it brings comfort and hope.

08/08/2026

After a run of more reflective poems, I felt it was time for a little mischief and laughter. So here is “Whiskers Wins Again”.
A playful rhyme inspired by a tiny black-and-white terror who believes every Scalextric race exists purely for his entertainment.

He watches the cars, waits for the perfect moment, and with one sly flick of a paw sends the winning car flying… followed immediately by cries of “Mum, the bloody cat’s done it again!” 😂

If you’ve ever had a kitten who thinks they’re in charge of absolutely everything, this one’s for you.

I hope it brings a smile today. ❤️

02/08/2026

Sometimes, all we need is a quiet place to sit...

I'm delighted to share one of the latest poems from my upcoming collection, The Bench on the Hill.

This piece was written for anyone who has loved and lost someone dear. It's about finding a moment of stillness, remembering those we miss, and discovering that hope can often be found in the quietest of places.

I hope that, if you're walking through grief or simply reflecting on someone special, these words bring you a little comfort.

As always, I'd love to hear what the poem means to you.

-Nightingale

31/07/2026

Well, while I'm sitting in the admissions lounge waiting for my knee operation, I thought I'd share one of my latest poems.

It's called "My Little Shadow" and is about my nephew, Hudson—a complete bundle of mischief, fun, and endless energy, who has an incredible knack for brightening even the darkest of days.

So, as I sit here with a "This Way Up" arrow proudly drawn on my leg, I hope this little poetic piece brings a smile to your face. Enjoy! 😊

23/07/2026

I'm really pleased to share my latest poem, "A Father's Quiet Promise."

This is one of many heartfelt pieces that will feature in my upcoming collection of remembrance and funeral poetry, which has now reached the manuscript stage and is currently awaiting its ISBN before moving on to publication.

Every poem in this book has been written with the hope of bringing comfort, preserving precious memories, and finding the words that can be so difficult to say during times of loss.

I'd love to know what you think of this one. As always, your comments, shares and support mean more than you know.

Thank you for following this journey with me – publication is getting ever closer.

22/07/2026

New Poem – Footprints by the Tide

The tide may wash away our footprints, but it can never wash away the love, memories, and lasting impact of those we've lost.

This is my latest poem, written in the hope that it brings comfort to anyone missing someone special.

If it speaks to you, I'd be grateful if you gave it a read, shared it with others, or let me know what you think.

19/07/2026

Being laid up awaiting surgery has had one unexpected blessing... it's given me the time to put pen to paper again.

Over the past few weeks I've found myself writing new material for my upcoming book of remembrance and funeral poems. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, creating words that might offer comfort, hope and a little peace to those saying goodbye to someone they love.

This is one of my latest poems, "This Is Not My Last Goodbye (It's Till We Meet Again)". It was written from the heart, with the hope that it might bring solace to anyone facing loss, or be read as a final message from someone who can no longer speak those words themselves.

If it brings comfort to even one person during their darkest days, then every minute spent writing it will have been worthwhile.

As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thank you to everyone who continues to read and share my work—it truly means more than you know. ❤️

15/07/2026

So this one was meant to come out a few days ago on International Paramedic Day, the one day of the year we’re officially allowed to admit that half our job is saving lives… and the other half is trying to remember where we left the obs kit.

So, in honour of every paramedic around the world who has:

heroically navigated a cul‑de‑sac that definitely wasn’t on the satnav,

performed a full assessment while being judged by a family’s dog,

pretended not to panic when the monitor beeps in a tone we’ve never heard before,

and survived on a diet consisting almost entirely of Wild Bean Cafe Sausage rolls…

…I’ve written a new poem: International Paramedic Day.

It’s a little tribute to the grit, the graft, the gallows humour, and the moments of absolute magic that happen behind those ambulance doors. If you’ve ever worked a shift, you’ll recognise the chaos. If you haven’t… you’ll still enjoy the chaos.

Give it a read, give it a share, and give your local paramedic a smile; we run on caffeine, kindness, and the occasional biscuit.

10/07/2026

If you’ve ever seen me on medical cover at Cowdray Polo Club, you’ll know I spend half my time watching the pitch… and the other half watching the people watching the pitch. And honestly, that’s where the real inspiration hides.

Some folks see a polo match.
I see ten horses thundering past, a tiny ball with commitment issues, spectators stomping divots as if they’re auditioning for Riverdance, and champagne-fuelled confidence rising faster than the heart rates I’m supposed to monitor.

Naturally, my brain went
“Yep. That’s a poem.”

So today I’m sharing Chukkas, Champagne & Chaos, a playful little tribute to the glorious mayhem, the posh panic, and the accidental comedy that unfolds every time those hooves hit the turf.

Because let’s be honest… inspiration finds me in the most random places. A dropped mallet? Poem. Someone shouting “YOUR OTHER LEFT!”? Poem. A pony judging a spectator’s picnic choices? Definitely a poem.

Hope it gives you a smile — it certainly gave me one writing it.

01/07/2026

So here is my latest piece, a poetic tribute to: – Questionable “words” that definitely aren’t in the dictionary

– The eternal struggle of having NO BLOODY VOWELS

– The suspiciously convenient “Oh, it’s in the Oxford English Dictionary, honest!” claims

– And of course… the heartbreak of being stuck with the dreaded ‘Q’ 😩

It’s a tale of rivalry, rebellion, and ruthless triple word score stealing… but most importantly, it’s about the laughs, the chaos, and the friendships that survive it all.

Give it a read and let me know… are you a fair player… or a board-flipping wildcard?

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