About Me

Lisa Shambrook – ‘She was born with the light of the moon inside her soul.’ quote by Zachry K Douglas

I’m a neurodivergent writer and artist, delving into sensitive subjects that will lift your spirit and steal your heart. I conjure worlds of fantasy, and post-apocalypse which will ignite your imagination.

Born and raised in vibrant Brighton, England, living by the ocean heavily influenced my sensory and emotional writing. I work with the senses, description, and colour, and my readers will easily visualise the narrative. I draw inspiration from my chaotic family, my memory, and imagination. After I had my first of three children we moved to Carmarthen, West Wales, a market town also rich in legend and lore. Now I lose myself in the mossy forests and find myself in creativity.

I have an Etsy shop, Amaranth Alchemy, where I create magical crystal grid art prints and postcards using nature, enchanting stones, and gems with intentions and spiritual energy. I also breathe new life into old pages, creating bookpage gifts and art from old, worn, torn, and abandoned books.

I love family time, walking in forests with our dog, watching waves crash on the beach, photography, crystals, art, and last but not least, writing.

Top left square – left to right: Lisa Roberts ages 5, 16, 17, & 19
Top right square: Lisa Shambrook ages 22, 29, 40, 41, & 43
Bottom left square: ages 43, 45, 46, 49, & 50
Bottom right square: ages 52, 50, 52, 53 & 53

What I’m From

I’m from shyness and watching.
From standing as still as possible,
in the vain hope that the butterfly
would land on my outstretched hand.
I’m from swinging as high as I could,
’til the chains went slack and the seat would jerk,
and my heart would leap right out into the sky.
I’m from blackberry-stained fingers
in the Three-Cornered-Copse.
I’m from home-grown garden peas
with a crunch, and rainbows
without beginning or end.
I’m from reading under the covers,
feverishly trying to finish the book
by torchlight.
I’m from walking my paper-round,
autumn’s fragrance in my senses.
I’m from daisy chains, and buttercups,
and standing in pouring rain,
drops bouncing on the pavement.
Watching lightning far out to sea,
and thunder crashing
over our heads.
I’m from geography field trips
and love at first sight.
I’m from scrawling my name
on park benches,
and climbing fallen trees in eighty-seven,
and singing and giggling of love,
and feeling free…
I’m from dreaming of a future
that would never be.
I’m from trying to find myself…
I’m from long flowing skirts
and Dr Martens, swishing
and clumping down the street.
I’m from red telephone boxes,
a church step, and friendships.
I’m from wild racing, stereo blasting,
exhilarating, dark lanes, and headlights.
Halloween and that feral first love spark
on Devil’s Dyke.

I’m from falling wildly in love.
I’m from walking barefoot
in the winter’s sand, Saddlescomb Hill,
crying in the rain, and losing a promise.
I’m from diaries and keepsakes,
photographs, and memories…
Parents listening in the small morning hours
when all I wanted was to talk…
of love, loss, and life.
I’m from leaving past loves behind,
forming an eternal partnership,
and a broken heart loving
with a ferocity it has never known before.
I’m from delight, anticipation,
from that first nudge
in a swelling tummy,
acknowledging an unborn miracle.
From intense pain, then newborn softness,
and a completely new kind of love.
I’m from kissing wispy, soft baby’s hair,
and from growing children,
frustration, heartache, and sacrifice.
Giggles, cuddles, and mischief.
I’m from losing myself…
I’m from rescued cats and devoted dogs,
and beautiful, dopey brown eyes.
I’m from ocean walks and sunsets,
and tides catching us out as they turn.
I’m from kicking through leaves,
golden, red, russet, and brown,
and splashing through puddles,
letting the joy of life infuse me.
I’m from breaking down and lifting up.
I’m from hopes and dreams,
and rediscovering myself…
I’m from rainbows, acorns, stars, and dragons.
Putting words on paper
and creating worlds of my own.
I’m from fierce adventures,
and excitement, passion, and spirit,
love and laughter,
and freedom.

© Lisa Shambrook
(originally written in 1996, added to in 2012 & 2025)

28 thoughts on “About Me”

    1. Lisa Shambrook's avatarLisa Shambrook Post author

      Chris, thanks for highlighting my ‘About Me’…I read so many that don’t say much and wanted to do something different for my blog. I’m all about beautiful words, and capturing moments seemed the best way to describe myself! Much appreciated! xx

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  11. Marje @ Kyrosmagica's avatarmarjma2014

    Such a lovely About Me. Oh and I love the name of your blog. My first novel, still to be published, uses Krystallos in the title, as it is about a crystal cottage, so I sense a connection between us, how lovely.

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