For as long as Mairi-Claire can remember she has scribbled her thoughts and ideas into notepads, or wherever there was space to jot down a few words. Her version, perhaps, of the detailed and beautiful doodles her Mum would craft as she mused over a crossword puzzle or daydreamed with the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear.

Her first poem (apparently) told of the plight of Snowy- the guineapig who passed away shortly after having her cage moved to the back hall.

Mairi-Claire’s early childhood, and late-twenties/thirties were dominated by health challenges. Perhaps unsurprisingly therefore she is curious about moments in time that could go either way, and glimpses of expressions on people’s faces; there and then gone. 

Mairi-Claire now lives in Edinburgh – on the west side, which makes it easier to nip back to Ayrshire- where she grew up- when she needs to recharge with her family and refill her senses with west coast sea air.