by Jan Hedger | Jul 21, 2012 | Poetry
The soldier stubbed out the cigarette with the heel of his face reflecting boots and quietly watched the boy; shoulders hunched, holes in the elbows of his jumper, a cane fishing rod in his hand and eyes fixated on the water just occasionally the eyes focused on a...
by Jan Hedger | Jul 21, 2012 | Poetry
The mission today is to go into town An exercise in PR; they call it Whilst I live in fear of losing my legs One doesn’t share that of course Part of a soldier’s dress code Is the wearing of a confident smile No sooner had we jumped from the truck Than they were...
by Jan Hedger | Jul 21, 2012 | Poetry
Sterile, devoid of life, except for The cloven hoof of passing deer. Sentinel led, deep green fronded Constrained with no space for light. Multiple eruptions on the far reaching Landscape of wild Scotland; invaders In the native home of the Scots Pine Where Red...
by Jan Hedger | Jul 12, 2012 | Poetry
Six shoulders bare the coffins’ weight Twelve hands connect with natural wood Sixty fingers curl round tight. Six heads carry a sense of disbelief Twelve eyes keep front with tears subdued Reflective without rhyme. Six saddened hearts share a family’s grief Twelve...
by Jan Hedger | Mar 14, 2012 | Poetry
Sing sweet notes, oh pure ebony bird Awaken the glory of the garden In the dawn of a summers morning Catch first rays, oh myriad of flowers Reflect the glory of the garden With your rainbow filled display Billow from capture, oh Egyptian sheets Fly in the glory of the...
