Day Seven and here’s poem number three. It’s called Red Shoes… Red shoes calling to me through the window glossy and sleek pretty black bows. Kitten heels purring sweetly on the display try me buy me take me with you.
Category Archives: My Poetry
The Bird Watcher
Day Six and poem number two . This poem is called The Bird Watcher Picking through the thicket he stops at the sight of beating wings close-packed at the feeders. Chaffinches; Great Tits; Yellowhammers.
Long Gone
Day Six of my belated start to NaPoWriMo and here is poem number one. It’s called Long Gone… When you get back weary from the day looking for comfort I’ll be long gone. When you wait for me at the table on which we broke our bread I’ll be long gone.
Fading Star
“Do you remember that blue silk dress, pale blue, like a summer sky? Your movie star dress we called it.” “I went dancing in it.” “You looked like Grace Kelly in that dress.” Your lips form a small pink bow. I catch a glimpse of Grace.
Cold Turkey
Here’s a new poem from me brought on by a song I heard yesterday on BBC 6 Music. I’ve never heard the song before & can’t even remember what it was called or who sang it but it placed a riff in my head that I needed to do something with. Here’s the result –Continue reading “Cold Turkey”
Half Life
Hello Readers It’s been a while since my last blog but I have been beavering away editing some of the poems I posted during NaPoWriMo. That said I have managed to put together one poem. I hope you like it Half Life When you come to me tonight let’s not talk of them and theContinue reading “Half Life”
Blood Red Poppies Grow in This Field
Here’s a poem that was inspired by a book of poems by the World War One poets. Blood Red Poppies Grow in This Field Blood red poppies grow in this field. Delicate arched stems strain to control bright lamps bobbing as if on elastic. Day closes and hanging their heads they fold themselves in likeContinue reading “Blood Red Poppies Grow in This Field”
The Bright Kid
Hello out there. I had myself a little mini break after NaPoWriMo so this is my first poem since it finished. It’s called The Bright Kid The Bright Kid She loved school as a kid. Always the clever one she never had to try too hard to be good at it. At fourteen she gotContinue reading “The Bright Kid”
These are the things
NaPoWriMo Day 30. The end is finally here just as I was getting into my stride. Thirty days and thirty poems, I never thought I would do it but somehow I’ve managed to pull it off without going into complete meltdown although I am ready for a bit of a break to give myself the spaceContinue reading “These are the things”
Listen
NaPoWriMo Day 29. Penultimate day, can’t give up now – there is an end in sight. Today’s poem is called Listen Listen Listen There are ghosts scratching at the door, bleeding through the walls and rising through the floorboards. Weary bodies press against the window. Cold air streams through the keyhole wrapping itself around you.Continue reading “Listen”
Hazel Ward 