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Upon Receiving a Wartime Letter of Condolence

The hand that had caressed himNow held a pen she kept for best.When she was a child,she would lose herself,In the cloudy blue grey swirls of its shaft.The words would not come at first.Then hesitantly they arrived.‘much appreciated’; ‘great comfort’;So thoughtful’.There was to be a child a heart beatheld in…
Bernard Pearson
26th May 2020
Poetry

Summers’ End

Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of gathered cotton, twirling, swirling, as he swung…
Jan Hedger
25th May 2020
Poetry

Passchendaele Mud

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 his remains.…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

At One With…

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 alive, breathing, spirit…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

Displacement

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 surface - hungry for air... Footsteps above…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

Taraxacum officinale

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…
Jan Hedger
22nd May 2020
Poetry

“Tae a Virus”

Twa months ago, we didna ken, yer name or ocht aboot ye But lots of things have changed since then, I really must salute ye Yer spreading rate is quite intense, yer feeding like a gannet Disruption caused, is so immense, ye’ve shaken oor wee planet. Corona used tae be…
Mac
19th March 2020
Poetry

Thanks to the Print Creative Team

"PrintCreative" are a very fine team We asked them for help They painted our dream We’ve now got our website All shiny and bright To help many others sleep better at night. Thanks guys
Macs Test
10th February 2020
Poetry

Memories

Here I sit on a lonely park bench, I try hard to forget the shallow, dark trench, I try hard to forget the filth and blood, And the bodies of friends lying in the mud. I try to forget that feeling of fear, As a German patrol drew closer and…
Oliver Simms
18th October 2019