Charlotte L Oakeby


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Saturday, 27 February 2021

father: from my upcoming collection, 'the falling, the becoming'



you soft thing,

you listen for the gentle beating of a

pair of ivory wings,

thinking that he never truly


of course he didn’t.

he’s been with you all along, 

fluttering by,

your butterfly.

you have believed softer


a poem from my upcoming collection, 'the falling, the becoming', to be published mid-march.

Wednesday, 17 February 2021

Update: 'the falling, the becoming'

I'm making the final changes to my manuscript, and my debut collection should be published, in print and for sale by mid-March. 🦋


Tuesday, 9 February 2021

Forthcoming Publication of 'winter's sister'

 'winter's sister' will be published in Issue 94 of Obsessed with Pipework's Print Edition. To be released May 2021.


Tuesday, 12 January 2021

The Elysium of Love

I’m dreaming of the day you will appear,

Lured by the silver on my lily cheeks,

And with a finger blot these blessèd tears,

Which tumble as your tongue so softly speaks.

Struck by Eros and his fervent aim,

Incensèd spirits gloried up above. 

That ardent archer, bright his wingèd flame

Came forth to douse us with his jewelled love.

Time is frozen, locks me in your gaze,

For thine eyes are the ones that hold my own,

And fore’er it shall be this blessèd way,

Eternal sleep with my Endymion. 

O, never leave me! Hold me whilst I cry,

I choose to love you even as I die.


A Keats-inspired sonnet. These words came from my soul. To be published in my chapbook.



Saturday, 9 January 2021

Plans for 2021!

I'm writing this into existence--I'm currently working on a poetry chapbook which I hope to publish at some point in 2021-22. It's the first literary project I've undertaken in a while, but now is the right time. I will update my website with any news.

Love, Charlotte


Sunday, 6 December 2020

things my mother has said to me (Internet Void, October 2020)

things my mother has said to me
published by 'internet void', october 2020

things my mother has said to me, a learner driver, whilst i'm driving:

charlotte don't try and converse with me i'm too frightened

this is the road that girl died on

now would you know what to do if you got stuck behind a combine harvester

turn around i want to go home

linda's volvo fell down that ditch in march 2009

when i learnt to drive my instructor made me do an emergency stop whenever he saw a pretty lady

let's go i actually have lots of things to do at home i'm not making excuses

sees an obstruction 100 metres away charlotte start braking

alright i'll admit i have indeed made a few excuses

travels 22 mph in a 30 zone slow down right now you're not doing the grand prix

my god this was a bad idea



Written a year ago, this is my first piece of published poetry and that fact alone makes me smile. I wrote this quirky list poem as an unserious way of expressing my frustration as a learner driver and the little memories I share with Mother Oakeby, who'd firmly told me I could not submit this anywhere. She was then furious when she found out about this publication. I somehow managed to hide it from her for a month. 

My style of writing poetry has changed drastically since this piece, so now I look back fondly on the Charlotte of the past; the Charlotte who had not yet discovered the Romantics! As always, thank you to Internet Void for publishing my work! You can read it in their journal by clicking here.


Thursday, 3 December 2020

Heaven Lost

A heaven lost and now we fall.

Far better days than in that place,

For what we lost was no heaven at all.

How can it be, Jove's tragic call,

A soft descent and sweet disgrace?

A heaven lost and now we fall.

Our life-sworn love now twisted drawl.

Hell's searing flames will kiss and grace

For what we lost was no heaven at all.

The nether's dusk does me enthral.

Oh, how it burns, our scorchèd trace!

A heaven lost and now we fall.

The string that binds us, devils pull.

We plummet down towards their base

For what we lost was no heaven at all.

Far from the days of cruel love's thrall,

We hurtle through this tempting space.

A heaven lost and now we fall,

For what we lost was no heaven at all.


Composed in a few hours, and inspired by Milton's Paradise Lost and the concept of the Fortunate Fall as discussed by literary critics such as Arthur Lovejoy, this villanelle embodies the pains of human nature and what it means to lose what was once loved. It explores the tragic partings of those, despite their heavenly love, are not destined to be in their own Eden. Is this predetermined? Or can they overcome their course to hell? My confusion, derived from very relevant and personal experience, is demonstrated in the poem.


Wednesday, 27 May 2020

Take a Bow: Now Published in The Woven Tale Press (NY)

My piece of short fiction titled 'Take a Bow' is published in The Woven Tale Press' Vol. VIII #3 edition. Register and read today by clicking this link

This piece was a delight to write. It's a blend of dry humour, feistiness and feminist stoicism, with a female protagonist who rejects a lifestyle of self-effacement. I hope you can enjoy it as much as I did writing it. 



Saturday, 18 January 2020

Capsule Stories 2019 Edition Publication: 'There's Lipstick on Your Collar'

'There's Lipstick on Your Collar' is now published in Capsule Stories' Frozen in Time Winter 2019 Edition! Print copies can be purchased from Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

This piece will always have a very special place in my heart, so I am forever grateful that it is in print for others to enjoy.

Thursday, 19 September 2019

Publication Announcement: Take a Bow

Exciting news! My piece of short fiction, 'Take a Bow' has been selected for publication by The Woven Tale Press, (Long Island, New York).
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