Neuralgia
I lie in the lounge on my afternoon bed. A million frayed nerve ends arc over my head. The light in the …
The Definition of Love
So what is love? What does it mean; This thing that hits so suddenly? It strikes from nowhere; moves unseen And to …
Treasure
You must treasure every minute. Do not waste a single drop. When you feel the tug of living, Never let the music …
The View From My Window
The view from my window Is elder in bloom From a vista of picture frames Straddling the room. And, under the elders, …
A Pasty on Mr Kipling’s ‘If’
If you can eat your bread, when all about you Are toasting theirs, (and flaming burn it too!). If you can eat …
Two Small Sparrows
In a small garden in the Netherlands Stands a pavilion for exotic birds. It’s simply built of canopy and wire, And paraqueets …
Sea View
SEA VIEW RUBAIYAT I am drawn to the sea – it has always been so: to wander the cliffs where the sea-breezes …
A wee poem (sort of)
Ashes and Dirt I look upon my roof and knock My room so small, cushioned, yet locked They hear not my fevered …
Old Friends
Illustrious poet and former active member, Geoff Evans, lost touch with HWC some years ago, when first work and then relocating to France took …
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The Treasures of an Oak An acorn falls in leafy loam to rest, And swelling splits, a searching root to show, First …