by Jan Hedger | Feb 5, 2011 | Poetry
His hands; small, compact, yet not feminine often cold, yet to her always gentle and soft moved across the keys in a deft movement of musicality and feeling for the notes portrayed connecting; bringing warmth to his body. She saw palm trees bowed against the hurricane...
by Jan Hedger | Feb 5, 2011 | Poetry
Predator stalking Driven by pure compulsion To bring its prey down
by Jan Hedger | Oct 11, 2010 | Poetry
He died in clean white sheets And a folded corner bedspread Not on a stretcher bound. He died in a loved ones arms And a mother’s tear on his cheek Not in a medic’s frantic hands. He died in a peaceful room And a breeze from the window Not in the gritty desert lands....
by Jan Hedger | Sep 8, 2010 | Poetry
White dove of peace Wings outstretched in static pose Inelastic as the royal icing Unnatural, not real; unyielding, To the knife that hovers Held in our bonded hands Above the colourless flowers Starved of earth, in which to grow. Fairytale wedding, too sugary sweet A...
by Jan Hedger | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry
Until the Hunt Pulsating heat on painted dogs, relentlessly fingers the hushed shade of the Kopjes, where they rest till the shadow of dusk cries. ……………………… If Only… They kill to eat, to feed the next...
