The Wiccan Woman



The house was eternally still

Yet still, life breathed.

A fire crackled in the hearth.

The clock above forever stuck at half past two.

What you see is true.

Just ask the Wiccan woman.


She is at peace with herself,

Positive energy surrounds her

bringing peace to the mind.

The pot said ‘Drink Me’

forever filled with tea.

A beautiful china cup stands, waiting to be filled.


The garden beyond, full of Dandelions,

a sea of a thousand wishes.

Breathe in the magic of nature.

Become a worshipper of the earth.

Time stood still, and out beyond

She was fond.

A tea drinker, real deep thinker.


The Moon has awoken,

A spell begun.

Day Dreamer,

Astral projection.

If you do not believe in magic,

then you’ll never know.

And the pot said ‘Drink Me’

and was forever filled with tea.


First blog post

This is the post excerpt.

This is my very first Blog post, so I have Dreadlocks, mine are organic/Freeform/Natural whatever you want to call them. Basically I just stopped doing anything to my hair over a year ago, no brushing, no conditioning. I still wash my hair but I use a dreadlock shampoo about every ten days or so. When I started my dreadlock journey my hair was at the top of my waist, now its shoulder length, so I’m hoping now for it to start growing longer.

As this is my first Blog ill add a poem in. Enjoy

Beauty and the Beast.



I went to war.

There, I was thrown to the floor.

When I came home,

I entered through a different door.


I was no longer me.

I was a different girl.

Deformed body, Scarred face.

Ugly outside,

And that made me ugly within.


Alone and Isolated,

Spiteful and Resentful.

I came back hating the world,

And all the people in it.


Then you came along.

Entered my bitter and twisted world.

I don’t know how you got through my barriers.

But you, saw through my ugliness,

You saw my heart,

And I saw yours.


You were just a girl,

And I an acrimonious girl,

With no heart, or so I thought.

You found the love within me,

Buried deep down inside.

And you, with your love, brought it out.


You made me beautiful again.

Inside, and that shines through, outside.

From your love a seed was sewn,

And a new life re-grown.

Now I am whole again,

And our life will begin,

Once upon a time…….






I’m in a Magazine!


No poem today guys, this is just a quick update. My community magazine asked for a poem, I just thought they would put the poem in with my name. I got the full page and they put all my books in and a little about me and where to get the books. All free publicity. Hopefully I’ll sell a few more books and gain more followers on here and on my Instagram, it all helps get the attention of potential agents and fellow writers. A company is more likely to take you on if you have followers or an online presence because people already know your name so in the end they can sell you and your books. Less of a risk to them. My dream is to one day write full time, and be paid. so don’t forget vocal media, I put new poems on there that I don’t on here because they only accept work that is unpublished any where else.


Few more pictures here. My current writing project in the background. Another thing, one of my T-shirts made it all the way to Germany, on the back of my Dad, people may see it and google Dreadibek, and they will find this blog and all my work. Great publicity.

DSC_0316.JPG Picture of a picture, he is pointing to Dreadibek wording on the front. looking good.

hope everyone is well, thanks for reading. xx

My Foreword.


If you guys haven’t visited vocal media yet, then now would be a good time, I just submitted the Foreword from my novel, so all being well it should be on there tomorrow, so if you want to have a nosey at my novel, head on over. There are some poems on there too and I get paid every time someone visits and reads my work. If you type vocal media into your search bar it will take you to the site, once on click explore and type in Dreadibek and my work will pop straight up. It would be amazing if I could start making money from my writing, then I could do it full time, if vocal is a way for me to start earning along with the sales of my poetry books, which are still available on Amazon by the way, then that would be a start, also still waiting for an agent, just had more rejection letters, but one day it will happen, I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop writing its what I was born to do.


This is my favourite one I have written, I take all the pictures on the cover of my books. head on over to amazon to get your copy now.

Also I have started doing t shirts if anyone is interested, I will be doing yellow tie dye and purple tie dye. This one is a grey bleached. They have Dreadibek on the front and one of my quotes on the back, this quote is from ‘Beauty and the Beast’ my first poem I posted on here.


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Gonna sell these at ten pound each, I do small, medium and large. I have one and my Dad, so far. He got his for free as he is my number one supporter, Love you Dad. xx.

You can also get framed quotes,


If anyone is interested head over to my website, http://rebeccashaw06.wixsite.com/rjdunning or email me directly at rebeccashaw06@goolemail.com

Sherwood Forest.


The 800 year old tree.


Ruby and Meg playing in a hollow tree. We spent two hours walking round Sherwood Forest and exploring all the old tree’s there. It was quite and peaceful, although there were other people about, I loved it. The campsite there was my favourite place I have stayed, except Skye obviously.  But it was beautiful. just look at my view. We do love to travel.


Walking through Sherwood forest,

in the footsteps of Robin Hood.

Eight hundred years the tree stood

It was a home back then,

If only it could talk

what stories would it tell.

The major oak

is no joke.

Standing proud, standing tall

keeping watch over all.

There’s beauty in a forest,

sounds your soul can hear

not meant for ears

they awaken the wild women

and she speaks,

stay free, stay wild.

I answer. I will.

All the while watching the trees

history, the then, the now, the yet to come.


On the move again.


Me and my girls, Ruby and Megan have been traveling in our Campervan Albert. We went to Sherwood forest, Rufford Abbey and Creswell Crags. We stayed over in Sherwood forest park. It was Beautiful, This picture is the view from the back of my van, a lovely river full of Ducklings and in the evening it was teeming with water voles. I cannot recommend the place enough, such peace. My favourite place was Creswell Crags, it actually felt like I had found a lost world.

DSC_0269There was literally no one there, I did get there pretty early. I stepped back in time, im sure of it.


As I come to stand on the rise,

My eyes take in the view beyond

such beauty I never did see,

A tear to mine eye it brought forth,

Certainly I had stepped back

To a land that time forgot

Steeped in History

such a Mystery.

Cliffs rise high into the blue sky

The green water below,

teeming with life.

I am here with ghosts of the past,

walking amongst the Hyena

the Rhino and Mammoth.

I really feel the peace here

it permeates my bones

calming my soul

If only I could stay

just one more day

out here I am free.

I did it

I applied to write for an online site and they accepted, I now have two poems on there. I get paid per view so if any of you can go over and check it out, It’s vocal media. There is so much to read on there too, anything and everything, something for everyone, It’s not just poetry either, they have journals and reviews, stories, all topics. Anyway, I publish under Dreadibek R.J.Dunning in poets at the minute, my first poem was Quite and the second Anonymous. I do intend to write some journal work and essays. Go over and read my poem Anonymous and let me know what you guys think. Here’s a little something I wrote today.


So, I never use a rhyming dictionary,

I’d rather play pictionary

I cant draw

but that’s what’s raw

about life.

My life,

we all have a vice,

I really like mice

as a pet I’d have Twenty

that would be plenty,

But no seriously,

My vice would be poetry.

I think about it day and night

this aint right

and no one will ever see half of it,

But that’s not why I write

I write because I have to

spill the words on the page

get out of the cage

in my head

full of dreads

just get me some paper

I’ll let it all out.

Vegan bakery.

I recently went to an all vegan cake shop near me, it was lovely, I tried one of everything, which was of course too much, I was eating cakes for three days, but they were all so delicious. I will be back there next time I have friends or family over. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures with my camera, only my phone so if you really want to see these magnificent cakes head over to Instagram @dreadibek_thetattooedpoet06 to check them out. Or if you live near Mexborough head over to 50 main street to candylicious treats and show some support. Here’s a poem I wrote after eating the cakes.


A visit to a vegan bakery,

a real tasty Cakery.

Cupcakes and brownies

cookies and cake

I’ll just take,

the job lot,

before you sell out

chocolaty goo

all free from Moo.

Egg free, Cruelty free

all suits me

down to the ground

eating over a pound

in baked goods.

if only all cakes were made this way.

come on world catch up,

who uses animal products anyway.

Brimham rocks


I went walking round Brimham rocks yesterday, it was amazing, the rocks look like they have been placed there by a giant, so many of them. I walked eight mile, through woods and farm lands, climbed over rocks, the dogs loved it and I love anything out in nature. Looking forward to more travels in the camper next week. I have been writing a lot more lately as I have been offered publication in three magazines, one a local one in the village where I live and two of them Vegan magazines, so excited, all my work has been sent off for them so Ill insert a clip when I get them for you guys to see. I have also taken on a job on a writing website where you get paid to write, paid per view though so I may not earn that much but at least I get to write. Setting up a writing Facebook page and a website where you can buy my books at a discount and maybe t shirts and mugs of mine, so busy, busy, busy at the minute. Here’s my poem I wrote whilst out walking amongst the rocks.

Out at Brimham rocks

Walking out, climbing high

so close to God you could never lie

The sun shines down

Dehydration, could be on the cards

If your rucksack didn’t hold a litre

rock formations

strange to behold

truth be told

it was a giants chess game,

one god angry and smashed up the lot

now they teeter

all because of peter

balancing at odd angles.

Buzzards fly high overhead

gargantuan shadows

blotting out the light

shadows feel just like night

I’m having such fun

feel like a run

out in my natural habitat

Picnic just the other side of the woods

with cows and sheep at every turn

feeling the burn

of the giant yellow star

wish I could stay out here

nothing to fear

out here in nature

is where I call home.