by Jan Hedger | May 25, 2020 | Stories
Sarah’s fingers crept slowly through the clover scented meadow grass; parting it gently she repeated the count in her head, ‘One, two, three – one, two, three – one, two, three’. In the half an hour of painstaking searching, she had never reached the magic four....
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages...
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya, knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts, as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world. Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping, resting but never sleeping, I am...
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
In no concept of time my inner song silenced when I was displaced from earthen roots – limb torn… Imbedded now in silted lake bed two thirds submerged waterlogged in depth of darkness… Nightmares , fear of fully drowning brachial artery just breaking...
by Jan Hedger | May 22, 2020 | Poetry
Dried I am tea In root I am coffee I cleanse, I purify, restore balance. As wine I am a flavourful tonic; never meant to be the gardeners nemesis but the Chef’s friend tossed in a summer salad garnished with pansies. I am dandelion and when I seed I blow away –...
