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The Romantic Spirit:
Romanticism & Metaphysical Fiction

At its core, my writing aims to set the character’s Romantic spirit alight via its journey of revelation, connection and self actualisation within time, space and place.” 
-Susan L. Marshall

“In every moment that we exist, we are blessed to be surrounded by the natural energetic motions of our worlds. Some examples may be the kinetic motions of the wind against our skin or the radiant energy of the sun warming our beings. In this very busy, over saturated world, we each deserve to take time to reconnect with our mind, body and spirit and to heal. One way that this can be achieved is by becoming more attuned to the flows of energy that exist around us. We would do well to remember that we are never separated from life energy, yet are present within its motions and are an integral part of its flow. Sometimes we feel that our own energy is stagnant and so attuning ourselves to the energy flows that exist around us, can help us to reconnect with ourselves, release negative energy
and to heal.

“When creating this space, I was inspired by research into healing gardens around the world. Their abilities to promote the wellbeing, rejuvenation and spiritual connection of ourselves via our own precious connections with nature and the earth’s energies cannot be underestimated. Many cultures around the world have their own spiritual beliefs, even ways of harnessing energy within the natural landscape, that are wonderful to learn about.

“To take care of a garden is a very big responsibility, as we do all we can to nurture and cultivate growth and to keep it alive. The process is never straight forward and varies according to the needs of plants. The energy of plants changes and is influenced by many factors, including: seasonal, weather, infestation, dormancy, budding, stagnant growth, etc. We are also an integral part of our garden – we bring our own energy to it. In fact the garden and our energies work together in unity. This sense of belonging and wellbeing is vital for our continual growth.

“Just as we dedicate ourselves to nurturing our garden, we should also allow ourselves the time to nurture ourselves physically, mentally and spiritually. We are in a constant flux in our worlds and nurturing ourselves is important for our very own health and wellbeing.

“Nature, the spirit and its connections have a strong influence on my writing, particularly because I am often outside, engaged in the energetic motions of my lifeworlds. I have a special interest in Romanticism and will often fuse this classical style with Metaphysical philosophy. Across my body of work, I have made a stylistic choice to focus on the mindful journey of the Romantic Spirit. To ensure that my work is relatable for a contemporary readership, I combine my stylistic choices with genre, such as:  mystery/crime, romance, science fiction, fantasy, classical and literary fiction. Of course I also undertake a lot of research! This helps me to set the metaphysical aspects of the world into an identifiable stylisation. Furthermore, it helps me as a metaphysical writer, to distil and transcend relatable moments for the reader.

“Worlds and their universes are not viewed as ‘whole’ entirely in my metaphysical visions. Rather, I consider them to exist in fragments, which can draw one’s focus to aspects that can be explored with depth and breadth. To show that reality can be interpreted metaphysically involves an ability to engage with the motions, states, moments and atmospheres of time, space and place.

“I work to distill and transcend single moments of character existence and detail through their own personal interactions, as well as problems and solutions faced within their states of being / worlds. I highlight my characters’ essences, atmospheres, flows, blocks and harmonies (among many other things). At its core, my writing aims to set the character’s Romantic spirit alight via its journey of revelation, connection and self actualisation within time, space and place.” 

-Susan L. Marshall

A Celebration of the
Romantic Spirit in
Susan L. Marshall’s Professional Publications

As you read through the quotes provided in Susan L. Marshall’s publications below, you may see evidence of her discussion points raised on metaphysics, Romanticism, genre and  alighting the Romantic Spirit in her writing. To access the quotes, simply select your chosen publication and navigate through the directional arrows. If you wish to refer to any of my quotes, please ensure you cite them correctly. Specific citation details are provided on the cover image of each publication. Selecting the ‘Discover More’ button will direct you to the official publication page for your chosen book.

Whether you visit this space as a gallery, or a time for a quiet retreat, inspiration, academia, solitude, reflection, connection, solace, reading, research, study, personal wellbeing, healing or any other reason, we hope you enjoy the experience.

All quotes provided are Copyright, Susan L. Marshall, 2024.

Wild Soul: Contemporary Classical
Winter Poetry

Author: Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
ISBN: 9780645404180
When referencing all quotes from Wild Soul please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2025): Wild Soul: Contemporary Classical Winter Poetry. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

“Harnessing winter’s energy, I drift,
my free, wild woman’s soul,
alight with day’s deep desires.”

(Wild Woman Soul)

“Upon the tiled roof of the Duomo,
my soul soars high above me.
Spanning its wings like a bird,
flying over the city’s houses.”

(O Sweet Florence, Unearth My Soul)

“Our bonfire burns brightly,
alighting our hot harvest.
Scarce seeds of winter’s heat,
as its first dawn inflames.
Sprouting into a plant
that roots within my soul.”

(Winter Solstice’s Secret)

“The hour’s bell tolls,
like the weight of snow,
burying the world of sight.
Eternal time that passes,
forsaking heart’s song.”

(Dark Storm Melody)

“Beneath my bare skin is a carriage,
a tiny tethered home that houses
my beating, burnt coal heart,
searching for its lost flame of love.”

(Lost Flame of Love)

“Her hut is harshly bare,
like her child’s stomach.
Screaming in despair,
her cries bud feathers.”

(Silent Flight)

“Protecting all I have left,
my arms reach very high.
Shards of my battled sleeves
rip away, escaping slander.

“Afloat they transform,
into tiny, pointed particles.
Free, wild roaming ideas,
artistry alive beyond storm.”

(Wild Artist’s Soul)

“She exists in sands of time,
asway in stinging breeze.
Skirt pocket full of fevered
tears of her traumatic days.”

(Stirring her Storm)

“Dipping my bare brush
into your garish gold eyes,
I draw your dreams close.
They dance divinely within,
sparkling silhouettes alight.”

(Harboured Love)

“I chase you voice across grass,
wet with drops of tears,
frosted with the fall of snow,
seeking you out of shadows.”

(Your Voice Hides)

“Cold frost, quieten my heart,
that thumps ferociously like
the untamed snow storm
that left its mad mark
with piles of painful white.”

(Cold Frost, Quieten My Heart)

“I see a face as free as air,
abreeze amongst the aged wind.
A spiritual lightness that scatters
into a million fine fragments
that I yearn to seek and save,
to put the pieces back together.”

(Tiny, Soulful Dancer)

“In danger, we estrange ourselves,
releasing our wild silhouettes
from our raw, hunted souls.”

(Love’s Wild Silhouette)

“Ice’s isolation preserves me,
fossilizing my stoic solitude.
No eyes to meet horizons
or words to fill the gaps.”

(Stoic Solitude)

“Foreign to her wild,
is this cluster of light.
Sparking in her palm,
awakening her night.
Rising from the dirt,
her body thaws frost.
It is her hour to hunt
for a way back to life.”

(Wild Alive)

“Hold onto my fire heart,
kindling its wilful embers
in the glaring, grey night.
Winter’s chill has set in,
biting us with bitterness
and dousing our fire.”

(Hold onto My Fire Heart)

“Her hot flame melts the chill
as she draws me into her arms.
Her kiss a streak of lightening,
that electrifies my deep soul.”

(Wild Love)

Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems
of Susan Marshall

Author: Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
ISBN: 9780645404166
When referencing all quotes from Bare Spirit please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2024): Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

“Let my heart’s warmth
glow an amber-rose,
soothing
and soaring
my spirit.”

(Bare Spirit)

“Bare spirit facing shore,
frothy and icy white.
Soul sinking in sand’s sighs,
light subdued by sea water.”

(Shedding at Shore)

“I feel you now,
your spirit is present.
Your raw flute aches
deep within my soul”

(Raw Flute)

“I ate the very last food scraps,
starving for the light up above.
That was when I saw you new buds,
your stems reaching into the dark.”

(Seeking Sanctuary)

“Midnight eyes, she has,
blending with the dark.
Camouflaging her spirit
amongst jet ink night.”

(Spirit Tree)

“Bare nocturne gleams,
a canopy of star light above.
A pent up constellation
of our restrained love.
Buried spirits we’ve become,
forbidden by our families
to surrender to our desires.”

(Bare Nocturne)

“Your hand in mine,
an age of bliss
and miles
of wander across
lands we dare.”

(Lost in Your Wonder)

“My feet stand in grass
mowed and wet,
drops of water shine.
It has rained,
so have my eyes.”

(Sky Bound)

“For what is a life that isn’t shared,
no matter its fortune or hardships?
Whatever worn bric-a-brac remains
is a trail to follow into a human heart.”

(Heart’s Walk)

Walking dawn my steps are heavy,
the pebbles skirting into my heart.
Stones that are my weight of grief,
remnant dust of life once lived.

(Pebbled Grief)

“Your manicured lawn did dissipate,
revealing a garden dug with holes.
Secrets germinated deep within,
blossoming into botanical madness.

“A mix of grass stalks and fallen leaves,
swept single letters across the ground.
Digging and planting them into the dirt,
you helped me bring earth to my words.”

(Awakening North)

“Your light appears,
a throbbing glow
that stirs my soul.
Your deep, intense eyes
gaze straight into mine,
ablazing my light
with a fiery flame.”

(Bare Desire)

“Extinguishing flame in ice cold,
I watch stinging scars form.
Standing solo under sheer white,
my ragged breath is iced.
I am as frozen as the death
that plagues my waking.
I am all who remains of my tribe.”

(Warrior Spirit)

“I could follow dusk always,
brushing it with stripes and dots
of simple beginnings
for us to share in time.”

(Dusk Heart)

“Like clay was the sand in my fingers,
moulding into hooded, echoing figures.
Past clay voices mixed with sea water,
gurgling words of anger and blame.

I now smear sand clay upon my dress,
white linen heavy with new marks.
I carry the harsh voices as I spin around
and open my arms to the lighthouse.”

(New Clay Linen)

“Years have passed since my life met,
the weather at sail beneath its soul.
Like nature I tread the ever changing,
my heart and mind open to all I face.”

(A Writer’s Company)

“Whispering wind,
a quiet breath
exhaled across years
of tiny, fragments of light.
Glowing in the breeze,
like silent fireworks,
accentuating my wanders
through life’s debris.”

(Whispering Wind)

Adira and the Dark Horse

Series: ‘An Adira Cazon Literary Mystery’
Author:
Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
ISBN: 9780645404159
When referencing all quotes from Adira and the Dark Horse, please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2024): Adira and the Dark Horse. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

“I always wonder what hope I will find across the terrain. It changes
all the time. Right now, the wind plays with it, tossing its dirt in the air, challenging
the terrain to ground itself. I remind myself that in fierceness, there is also a delicate
beauty. You just have to look in the right place to find it.”

“The Redbank forest is crying silently this morning. The red, green and golden
leaves of late autumn are separating from their branches like youngsters leaving
their nests. Carried by the wind, the leaves toss and turn, trying to gain control over their pathways through the vast, wide terrain of the world.”

“For a split moment, time stopped as I was faced with the rugged beauty of my
mother. There she stood in her tattered dress, her bare feet almost completely
buried in the sand. Across her shoulder lay two skinned rabbits, which she had
captured for us to eat. In her hand, she carried a single, tallow candle, which was
stubbornly sparking its fire into the sky.”

“The wax of my single tallow candle has melted considerably and only a tiny spark of
life remains in its fire. As I sit at this desk, its flailing light bewitches me. My hands
are clutched tightly together, trying to summon my energy to regain my composure.
Inside my heart, a deep sadness resides, creeping its way through my body.

“Lowering my hands to my womb, I feel a great sense of hollow emptiness. Once
there sat a precious life, wrestling its way inside my being and sparking my heart
with love and hope.”

“Clutch the cloth close to your heart,
let its creation speak its art.
Share its journeys across the land,
away from the dark horse’s hand.”

“It is darker than usual in my chamber tonight, not having you here to light the
tallow candles as you usually do. I used to find comfort in your warm smile as you
would spark light throughout my melancholy space.”

“Beginning to slow down, my mother walked at a steady pace, cutting through the
village and heading down to the sandy shore. The strength in her was admirable as
she continued to carry me, even as she struggled to trek through the deep sand.”

“Old, yet beloved to my family,
the cart is marked with the prints
and sweat of our ancestors,
who began our journeys in trade.

“I carry our world in this cart,
wares we have taken ages to create.
Foraging through earth and trees
to source our natural ingredients.

Wares I push with deep pride,
along the sloping, uneven terrain.
I can travel further with the cart
and expand my avenues for trade.”

“Pressing my nails firmly into the bark of the tree, I watch as a silhouette reveals
itself in the moonlight. Tall and built, the human frame enters the clearing that
I stand in. My eyes are immediately drawn to the breathtaking sight of his face.
I am familiar with those deep brown eyes, which draw me gently towards him.
I let him pull me into his warm embrace.

“Kirano!” I breathe, pressing my head against his regal blue jacket. I can hear his
heart beating rapidly with excitement.

“Aisha,” Kirano’s voice is as soothing as I remember. Looking up, I see his warm,
adoring smile. “I see that you tied your favourite silk scarf to the tree.”

“I stop in my tracks, turning to face Girl. She is limping across the grass.
I can do this!
Reaching out, I lift her in both my arms. She straddles her legs around my waist
and leans her head against my left shoulder.
Girl is heavy but I seem to manage. Finding my inner strength, I support her
weight in my arms. My feet continue to pelt across the grass and onto the
cement of the car park.”

“My heart is beating furiously but I harness my strength. Grabbing the Chief’s hands
from around my back, I twist around and free myself. “Don’t move,” I say, grasping
him firmly around the neck in a tight headlock. “Or I will strengthen my grip.”

“Girl grabs Dari’s hand. “Don’t forget what it’s like to run, Dari.
Do you remember the feeling of the breeze flying through your hair when we used
to run through the forest? We were young and freer then, with thoughts of how
we’d like our futures to be.”

“We slept under stark trees, staring up at the stars as the night
announced itself. Stars that were constant and shone regardless of the danger or
fear that we faced. They soothed my young, terrified heart and gave me hope that
one day we would be safe again.”

“Now I inhale the air, the microcosmic particles of the earth and all that I tread upon.
I keep inhaling, drawing in the fragments of time that we have both make shifted
our ways through. Their presence, their fleeting moments, their courage, their truths,
cannot ever be captured in a single breath.

“Exhaling, my breath is strong, trekking an age of light, which glows dimly in the
distance. Light that bounces across the earth, flashing images of familiar, warm faces,
tallow candles, silk and red gum trees. Moments of precious heritage that should be
treasured and prolonged.”

A wicked smirk crosses Dari’s lips and he steps closer until his face is level with
Girl’s. “Break your soul we will,” he spits, his eyes sparking and sinister. “You and
your empire have no place in this world and will be wiped from living memory.”

“As the sun continued to rise, the tune became more intoxicating, lulling me into
a completely relaxed state. I allowed my mind to drift, imagining I was walking
through a pretty meadow full of roses. In my mind’s eye, I held a rose flower in my
hands and sniffed at it, my eyes shining with pure happiness.

“In my dreamy state, the air smelled of roses, warming my spirit and coaxing me to
stop and rest. Lying back in the grass, I stretched my arms up to the sky, inviting
the sun to join me. Warm tingles rippled across my skin and eased the pressure
in my head. I was light, drifting through the breeze and letting the wind
take me somewhere untouched and soothing.”

“Reaching out, Mitch grabs hold of my hand and kisses it gently. “My beautiful wife,” he says softly. “I miss you so much.”

“I close my eyes, feeling the bittersweet familiarity of his hand in mine. In my heart I always believed that I would be holding his hand forever. I never thought that he’d stray.”

“In our hyper vigilant states our hearts did wrestle, determined to live and fight.
We were willing to sacrifice contentment for that single, valuable breath.”

All the Hope We Carry

Series: Theatre Playscapes #2
Author:
Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
ISBN: 9780645404135
When referencing all quotes from All the Hope We Carry, please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2023): All the Hope We Carry. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

“We must fight for our hopes, Samuel,
they are too precious to lose.
If we carry enough hope, we can heal the world.”

“Echoes of life call to me,
like sparks of hope in the darkness.
Times of play and freedom …

“The trees we would climb,
higher and higher towards the sky,
releasing our dreams towards the heavens.”

“I am awash with a sea of gratitude,
that fills every crevice of my body.
I feel as though I am floating freely
out across a wide, calm ocean.”

“Stepping onto the crease,
I tense my body in anticipation of the worst.
I am rising higher now as the crease grows,
forming into a large, dotted green hill.”

“The land of Maren, my island,
calls to me in my fretful sleep.
Like dancing ribbons of light,
it winds its memories around
my starved, yearning torso,
tearing at my aching heart.”

“I am twirling now,
unravelling a ribbon memory
of light, warm sand
and cresting waves around me.”

“Wanderers they are, across the
unpredictable wrath of day and night.
Bearers of battle’s anguish, they see
more of the world than we, in these confines.

“Unknown to us, are the reasons for such fight,
that strip the souls of man with live fire.
“Sitting ducks are we, to war’s wrath.”

“You must keep your eyes open,
don’t lose yourself here in Maren.
The dark can coax and hide you,
stripping you of your glowing light
and nurturing the very fears that torment you.”

“I feel the searing, burning of my hands,
caught alight by the red-tipped fire.
Silent I am, mesmerised by the flames
that have now caught me in their trap.”

“Instinctively, I flap my arms beside me,
streaking fire across the sky
with my red flamed, fluttering wings.

“High I am, staring down at
the creased world below me.
A world that I have sworn to protect.”

“I allow myself to believe
that I may just be that bird,
taking a small adventure
across my tiny island.

“I could have wings that soar,
high above the red stained streets
into a much calmer, brighter sky.”

“Rage on, anger will,
be it day or night,
an existence that has emptied me
of light’s vibrancy.

“A walking shadow I have become.
My soul’s pockets empty of life.”

Fleur of Yesterday

Series: Theatre Playscapes #1
Author:
Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
ISBN: 9780645404142
When referencing all quotes from Fleur of Yesterday, please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2023): Fleur of Yesterday. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

“The carnation flower’s scent
is fragrant in the breeze.
It wakes me so I escape
the dark world of dreams.”

“I am so distracted,
stuck somewhere between
the earth and sky,
unsure where to set my eyes.”

“You are my middle ground, canvas.
You may be blank, yet full of promise.
Maybe you can help me see properly again.”

“Our hearts are real, Sherwin,
they continue to beat,
even through buried time.”

“There has to be something, Fleur.
A petal, a carpel, anything that may
have propelled itself into that air.
Fought to breathe, to exist.”

“You are so warm, Fleur.
I can feel your heart beat.
It’s like a million butterfly wings,
giving life to my fleeting soul.”

“My arms are light and free
and my body is outstretched,
kissing the blue streaks.
I can breathe freely here.
It is soothing this moment,
an elation I treasure.”

“Yes, I see it.
It is falling to the ground.
Scarred with burn holes and marks,
yet still it floats.
It whispers gently in the wind like Fleur with all her hope.”

“She was there, waiting for me.
Standing surrounded by a meadow of lavender,
her arms opened wide for me
to run into and cry and cry …”

“The dress I seek cannot be found.
It is tucked away deeply inside
the constant flickering shadows
of my very absent mind.”

“Distracted I was, by his dark eyes,
his promises that we would have time,
away from all this mayhem,
somewhere secluded and private.
A chance to be lost in each other.”

“I’m sitting in the aftermath, Fleur,
still absorbing what happened.
I don’t know every detail, just some.”

“The autumn leaves remind me of my own faded memories.
The leaves hold their own precious stories,
which drift about in the wind,
finding a new place to settle
and continue to exist.

The bare branches of the elm tree
still stand tall and strong, like I do.
It is a reminder that life still continues
even during the most adverse times.”

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