by Sheila Weekes | May 9, 2009 | Poetry
Like the last leaf of autumn I cling to you, everything grows cold, what else can I do? Stark and black are the days up ahead, I refuse to believe that you are dead. Your arms enfold me when I’m asleep, you brush away my tears when I weep. I hear your voice when I...
by Sheila Weekes | May 7, 2009 | Poetry
Blackness, thick and cloying, deep stifles me, it won’t let me sleep. Unseen demons snigger in my ear their rancid breath is very near. Weevils crawl beneath my skin, strings of saliva drip from my chin. Echoes of screams bounce off cold walls while cloven hooves...
by Sheila Weekes | May 7, 2009 | Poetry
For God’s sake, don’t judge her as she is now, she was once a most elegant beauty. All the young men would salute in awe as serving her country was her duty. She never had a home or family of her own there just never seemed to be the time. When the day came she hung...
by Sheila Weekes | May 7, 2009 | Poetry
Will they be there again on Remembrance Day? Have too many crossed the bar (or passed away)? The snow white berets of those proud navy men, march past the Cenotaph to the toll of Big Ben. They braved many foes on the Arctic Convoys, World War Two quickly made tough...
by Sheila Weekes | Jan 25, 2009 | Poetry
It is almost time, soon I will have to let go, we have talked and talked how I will miss him so. I promised I wouldn’t make it difficult for him but the chances of me smiling are growing dim. I never realized until now, how hard it would be to have to watch him wave...
