Born in Yorkshire and grown up in Lancashire, England. I have spent many years living and working in the Middle East which was wonderful. Now, I am based partly in South West, France, in a lovely house in the middle of a forest and partly in Solihull in the UK. We have an apartment overlooking the Severn Trent Waterway, where I can frisby bread to the ducks right from my balcony. I am married with two wonderful children and two amazing grandsons who like my children's stories.
I have loved reading and writing ever since I can remember and have published some poetry in addition to my three children's books and now adult fiction.
Diane's Blog: http://dianemdickson.wordpress.com/
I may taunt your tender, gentle heart with ribbons of delight
I may drown your ever trusting soul in lies.
My thoughts are hid in darkness like the inky black of night
and you cannot find the truth behind my eyes
When you turn to me with loving and with arms outstretched in joy
I may meet you with a posture made of stone
and your pliant tender body will be just another toy.
When you need me you will find you are alone.
time's all gone,
Love's all wrong
New Sweet song
It may be there's another dove, a tiny spark of light,
a diamond glint of stardust in the darkness of the night..
It may be just a glimmer, a shadow on the moon,
a half remembered memory in the echo of a tune.
It's sometimes just a passing breeze on a calm and windless day
that strokes your cheek and gently wipes a bitter tear away.
A moment in a lifetime that takes away the fear,
when troubles drift on smoky wings and the way ahead is clear
A feeling, just a feeling, a phantom here and gone
but it brings you strength and hope and love and the will to carry on.