by Jan Hedger | Feb 3, 2021 | Uncategorised
Two boys, Barely men With ash blonde hair, And soot stained skin In a peaceful life They would be friends, or kin, But, in this war-torn world Neither would live to see who would win Both twenty-two With, an invisible vision of victory, Marched forth...
by Jan Hedger | Feb 3, 2021 | Uncategorised
Wild WatersSnow white palm, brittle as glassRed wine sky stained with poison,Flesh falls in fields of violence while, Rain taps upon tobacco-stained fingertipsDeath, lingers, in the shadows of trees,Whisps of hair, flutter in steel cold wind.Youth halted in time; age...
by Jan Hedger | May 25, 2020 | Poetry
Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of...
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...