Beginnings A nymph skips lightly across my heart Painting it golden In effect it leaves me breathless Can this be love? Shit Sold on the false economy of your promises I believed you were true. Hooked on the desire for honesty I told myself that you were the one The one The one who… ThenContinue reading “The beginning and end of a relationship”
Author Archives: Hazel Ward
Journey To Paradise
It probably doesn’t happen much these days but it was quite common back then. A couple of hippies had put in a personal ad for five or six people to share their trip up to the top of Scotland. “We’re moving to a commune up there. We’re committed to peace and love,” he said, asContinue reading “Journey To Paradise”
Diary of an urban walker
I said walker not wan… oh never mind. Anyway I’ve had a very busy few weeks hence the lack of blog last week. As well as the usual work stuff Ricky Boy & I have been been out & about quite a lot lately. Nights out have included a Harry Hill extravaganza (not alwaysContinue reading “Diary of an urban walker”
Andy
Andy’s great. He’s the man to call when you have an electrical fault. If the toilet’s flooded or the sink’s blocked, Andy’s your man. Decorating? He’s there with his paintbrush faster than you can say “Dulux Tailor Made Colour.”
How do you break a heart?
Many of us have, at some time, felt the almost physical pain of losing someone we love either through the breakdown of a relationship or through bereavement. For some a broken heart is caused by other experiences that can be equally devastating. Those who have been forced to leave their home through fear rather thanContinue reading “How do you break a heart?”
Tremors
I ask again “Is it too late?” She looks at me but she’s not looking at me. Eyes, swollen levees, hold back the floods. Dark circles frame dewy lashes, sleep a long forgotten luxury.
In Memoriam
February 1979. Ten years ago but she remembers it clearly. Thursdays to Saturdays were club nights then. Different clubs each night but nearly always the same tribes, like-minded characters who were drawn to their own kind. On Friday nights they went to Rudy’s an easy going, ramshackle place that specialised in Ska and TwoContinue reading “In Memoriam”
What does it feel like to be consigned to history?
What indeed, and why do I ask you might say. Well, I’ll tell you. I have had a couple of instances over the the last few years when it has been implied that my life experiences could be of historical interest to the wider society. What, you might ask, are you dead already? No IContinue reading “What does it feel like to be consigned to history?”
All That Glitters
Today was going to be a good day. Yesterday she’d stayed behind after school to help Miss Simister pack everything away and received a large bar of chocolate as a thank you. Hope Street was closing and in September she would be going to Lee Bank, a brand new school promising endless possibilities and uncertainties.Continue reading “All That Glitters”
Ice Maiden
His eyes pierce. Drawn by his force I am locked. Blanket arms Wrap around me And I warm.
Hazel Ward 