lives – Hazel Ward

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”

The Garden

NaPoWriMo Day 20 and today’s poem is called The Garden The Garden Today I saw children playing in the garden, the one I see as my train pulls into the station; the one that looks empty but not quite abandoned;