by Jan Hedger | Sep 24, 2015 | Poetry
The bows across the violins bending the oatmeal grass. She heard Vivaldi The rich dark peat beneath springs radiant energy. She felt Earth and Fire The pas de deux of balletic butterflies in the briefest love She saw Romeo and Juliet Sweetened butter adorning spikes...
by Jan Hedger | Sep 24, 2015 | Poetry
Time for me is immaterial as I lie waiting – a deep hollow of entrapment blackness leaching into my sunless soul a completeness of no reflection. I am totally blind, but I can sense movement – and I wait. Why am I waiting? I wait because I am starved. Starved as the...
by Jan Hedger | Sep 24, 2015 | Poetry
‘Do you fancy a day out?’ Said Mr Goose to his missus ‘A day away from the clucking chickens and mooing cows, tractors and bale making and this little pond’. ‘Yes’ said she ‘we can go to Cole Mere; it’s lovely in the spring.’ ‘Let’s pretend we are wild and have an...
by Jan Hedger | Sep 24, 2015 | Poetry
Great Tit sings unseen from bare fingered branches; whilst man is in view Grebes stretch graceful necks on rippling silver mere; whilst man is trapped ashore Skylarks dance on air defying gravity; whilst man is floundering Cloven footed bulls spread their weight...
by Ron Martin | Sep 15, 2015 | Poetry
My garden is a place i love to be It’s like an island set in a tempestuous sea Where i can withdraw from the problems of life From a world torn with trouble and strife It’s a place where contentment can be found In appreciating the beauty which is all around Above the...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 12, 2015 | Poetry
A commentary on this troubled world. (Read to the tune of Vincent) – (by Don McLean) Sari, Sari, Knight Draped in armour blue and grey Searching out midst summer’s day As eyes ‘neath bascinet doth stare out cold Gallows on the hills Hewn from trees, bereft of...
