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Poetry

Here is a poem written by Nicola Hussain-Hayward

Red

Trickles down my arm, keeping me calm,
From watery, glossy and bright,
To thick, dark and slow,
As the air begins to dry,I can see before my eyes,
A skin begins to form, it's no longer warm,
Sticky like glue,
Then set like cement,
What a beautiful colour,
Wonder where my pain went?
  9/3/2005           

Here are two new poems by BLODWEN JONES Dec '04


UNTITLED 1

"Write something from the soul," my spirit guides said to me.

"What's that to do with bridges?" says I with moderate glee.

A task to perform, was what I was set - but not much luck in completing it yet.


UNTITLED 2

"Do you recall when I crossed that bridge into madness?

You said I'd called you wolf, and felt it was out of badness.

I honestly don't recall the situation at all - but at that time - I was completely off the wall."



LITTLE ONE

Tears in my eyes as I watch your birth,
welcome little one to Mother Earth.

From the stars you came, to them you'll return,
and in between times there's a lot to learn

Many the people who will be your guide,
some will be true, most will have lied.

Remember Great Spirit and heed that call,
for it is the truest one of all.

Hear that truth spoken in your heart,
for it can't lie to set you apart.

Remember the lessons through the years,
as life's full laughter, joy and tears.

Though pain and grief may cloud your sight,
recall the good times, and set it right.

Find the balance in all that you do,
for the one true answer is found in you.

BLODWEN JONES







  16/12/2004