by Jan Hedger | Oct 21, 2009 | Poetry
Where once red wine poured down their blade They form a cross where history played. These cold bloodied creatures flashed Minds and bodies torn and slashed Sharpened tips screamed out in pain Wailing over corpses slain. Where once red wine poured down their blade They...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 16, 2009 | Poetry
The way the sun fell on your face A dent in the pillow still nestles there Your sweet perfume, now just a trace. When we first kissed, in that distant place I loved you then my heart lay bare The way the sun fell on your face. My emotions caught as fine as lace...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 15, 2009 | Stories
First a smooth ferry crossing, then down from Dunkerque to our friends for a meal. Woke up next day, by the sea in Wimereux! Did the shopping thing, the first day! Next day, Nigel and I walked up to Wimereux cemetery, along rue McCrae. First thought, was of pure...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 13, 2009 | Poetry
As the fledgling’s cry o’er the wood And colour bursts from every bud I whoop and holler with delight Lengthening day; shortened night. Blossom of beauty steals my voice In praise of wonder I rejoice Nature revealing in my sight Lengthening day; shortened night. With...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 12, 2009 | Poetry
Across the English sea Lie the brave and true. White granite as their duvet Dark earth as their bed They fell upon the field of war No soft pillow; for their head. Blanketed was the world In its stricken grief As the death toll rose and rose Future’s stolen; war its...
