We spent at least part of one night together an hour suspended between deep , healing sleep and another days familiar comforting dawn . Hanging on to a golden crescent , you cascaded love – hearts down upon me from shimmering moonbeams . They permeated windows , drifted around my supine body and filled the void which [...]
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The smuggler path winds it’s way around the base of Denne Hill . Worn and sunken from ramblers footsteps and pock- marked by boots of schoolboy cross – country runners . Two hundred years ago brigands hurried along the track carrying contraband from the coast towards London with those ill – gotten gains . Now [...]
Two Small Sparrows
Posted: 19th May 2011 by Ruth in Member's Blogs, Poetry, Ruth's BlogTags: birds, Netherlands, sparrows
In a small garden in the Netherlands Stands a pavilion for exotic birds. It’s simply built of canopy and wire, And paraqueets fly joyfully inside. Upon the floor, small quail importantly Scrabble across the balding grass and dust. And budgerigars perch high and make remarks, As though nobody else but they can hear. Outside, two [...]
SEA VIEW RUBAIYAT I am drawn to the sea – it has always been so: to wander the cliffs where the sea-breezes blow and the waves rolling in with the spray flying free over fathoms of misty-green water below. I am drawn to the sea – to the sound of the sea: to the whine [...]
A wee poem (sort of)
Posted: 27th October 2010 by Mathew Bridle in Mathew's Blog, Member's Blogs, PoetryTags: death, poem, Poetry
Ashes and Dirt I look upon my roof and knock My room so small, cushioned, yet locked They hear not my fevered hands a rapping Then I hear the sound, a tapping Knock knock I cry out, my lungs a burning, calling cry No liquid from my eyes, tears be dry My lips tremble, quaking [...]
Inspired by voice
Posted: 6th October 2009 by Mathew in Mathew's Blog, PoetryTags: badly writen novels, Horsham Writers, Mathew E C Bridle
Recently I went to a gig at the Prince Albert in Brighton to see an Irish singer called Brian Houston who was better than many of the big named bands out there. With just a mic and guitar he took us all by the hand for night of brilliant entertainment. With him was an American [...]
Bibliophile’s Lament
Posted: 4th September 2009 by Eric in PoetryTags: Eric C. Williams, poem, Poetry, writer's circle
Och, weel horrid, burrowing worm, D’ye ken the damage you have done? Drilled the collected works of Robbie Burns Ruined it with your wriggling turns. Blind, malignat, chewing weevil, What made youj choose this particular shelf? A murrain on yre: you have my curse, for tha noo The last book on the shelf was a [...]
Illustrious poet and former active member, Geoff Evans, lost touch with HWC some years ago, when first work and then relocating to France took him away. Recently contact was re-established and during a short visit to the UK he met up with members Jack Ackred, Yvonne Warwick, Joan Walters and Phil Hollis for a reunion drink. Geoff publishes [...]
The Treasures of an Oak An acorn falls in leafy loam to rest, And swelling splits, a searching root to show, First formed new leaves rise up at sun’s behest, And with the warmth the seedling starts to grow. Rising through the forest litter, Fighting with the tangled weeds and grass, Other trees around [...]
Take Me
Posted: 4th May 2009 by Mathew Bridle in PoetryTags: badly writen novels, horsham, Mathew E C Bridle, poem, Poetry, writer's circle
Take my heart Take my soul Take me apart make me whole Feel my fever Cool my brow Make me a man As only you know how Mathew E C Bridle Share this Post[?]