by Jan Hedger | Dec 14, 2016 | Poetry
Sleep on,Ice Queen of winter, your wardrobe is not yet complete. Wouldn’t do for us to see you naked,like the stripped down trees. Sleep on, sleep on Slip into a dream of falling degrees, an ermine coat over white lace dress necklace draped; red berried pearls,...
by Jan Hedger | Dec 14, 2016 | Poetry
Jack Frost impressionistic inside of bedroom window. Lino sharp cold, on warm feet, muffled hunting for comfort of slippers. Down to gloom-shadow living room, single light bulb tries, but never quite makes it into every corner. Two bar electric fire perch on edge of...
by Jan Hedger | Dec 14, 2016 | Poetry
Bitter cold growls like a circling dog. At first, just a warning, a hint of white mist. Closing in, dog nips at polar heels, then Wham! In for the killer bite immobilising fingers
by Stuart Burton | Dec 4, 2016 | Poetry
I once was an open village. Then a bit of pain came into my life, so I built a small wall. But still pain came in so I built a bigger wall. But the pain still came in so I built a castle. But it still came in so I built a castle with a moat. But it still came in. So I...
by Stuart Burton | Dec 4, 2016 | Poetry
To you it happened years ago to me it is now, today or yesterday. It happened so long ago or why now or it all in your head, you should be over it by now, this is all I hear from you. But imagine your worst day of your life. Now pause and rewind and press play again...
by Stuart Burton | Dec 4, 2016 | Poetry
I got my wounds on battlefields. I got my wounds from my friends not the enemy. My wounds you can’t see. My wounds hurt every day and there are no pain killers for this pain. My wounds don’t have any scars because to me they are still fresh. My wounds are still raw...
