by Jan Hedger | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Young lovers met by the sundial. Tracing the channelled dull metal his fingers brushed her gloved hand. Through the silk she felt the charge her heart missing a beat of the clock. Yet the falling shadow remained still. A hint; that now was not the time to...
by Jan Hedger | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Fire smouldered in the belly of spring, erupting from splitting paper-skin bulbs, upwards in shooting green of flame licking colours; seeking the feeding air. Whilst at its heart, it burned with a passionate longing; for another triumphant...
by Jan Hedger | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Hope was born into an African dawn New life breathed, a future bequeathed, First plaintive cries, under African skies When Hope was born. Hope was born into an African dawn Nurtured from seed, she sought to feed First suckle of breast, under African behest When Hope...
by Jan Hedger | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
Earthen morning Warm blood stirring Territory proclaiming In pureness of singing In step with my walking One’s spirit is lifting Joyously
by Jan Hedger | Feb 10, 2011 | Poetry
A time to love; when bluebells bow their heads in prayer in the solemnity of the woodland and crumpled tissues of the white flowering azalea sits softly on the tree – when primroses dot the hedgerows and the cherry blossom falls, and the cuckoo echoes the swallows...
