by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages...
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya, knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts, as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world. Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping, resting but never sleeping, I am...
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
In no concept of time my inner song silenced when I was displaced from earthen roots – limb torn… Imbedded now in silted lake bed two thirds submerged waterlogged in depth of darkness… Nightmares , fear of fully drowning brachial artery just breaking...
by Jan Hedger | May 22, 2020 | Poetry
Dried I am tea In root I am coffee I cleanse, I purify, restore balance. As wine I am a flavourful tonic; never meant to be the gardeners nemesis but the Chef’s friend tossed in a summer salad garnished with pansies. I am dandelion and when I seed I blow away –...
by Jan Hedger | May 22, 2020 | Poetry
Have you ever met a mouse? I mean really met a mouse a mouse that converses in human tongue. I did once upon a time. I found her in the library peeping out from Lewis Carroll. “Ssshh” she said. “The children are asleep.” I turned from ‘The Old Curiosity Shop’ my...
