My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • Resistance is a piece of poetry

    Writing is part of the dietI am feeling the pull of the cakeThere are crisps in the kitchen I’m trying to resistBut it’s hard, for goodness’ sakePoems are part of the health planWhen I get the urge to chewI’ll contemplate words and combine themAnd add in a rhyme or twoWhen I get to the final… Read.

  • Not ready

    I am not ready for daffodils yet.I see the shoots and a bud or two breaking throughbut it is only the first month of the year.When the daffodils break through ourexpectations change. It should be warmer now, we say. Spring is here early, we whisperto one another.But my hands are blue with cold and I… Read.

  • Passing through

    A robin met my glance today -I in my car, coat on with heating turned up full,he pausing beneath a treein his feathered majesty.He met my eyeand turned away knowing Iwas no threat.Knowing I am just passing through – that this ice kingdomis hisand not mine. Read.

  • The last mince pie of the season

    This last mince pie of the season is a thingof greatest beauty.The pastry short, the lid slightly too small.In between the points of the star-shaped pastryon top, mincemeat oozes out.This home-made pie is small; not the showy itemsold in supermarkets in boxes of six, with intricate patternson top and a foil base. These mismatched pies,… Read.

  • Something like hope

    There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.

  • Finding purpose

    It was about this time last year that I had that thought again, the one that says, “You should have done better. You must think about how you can improve.” It could be about any number of things, but this was about a familiar one: teaching. I qualified as a primary teacher in the 1990s,… Read.

  • If

    If yours were the only eyes to read this poemit would still be worth the writing.If yours were the only hands to turn these pages,yours the only soul to listen –it would still be worth pouring my heart into.For each poem is written in the hope of findingsomeone who feels the same.If only you read… Read.

  • 25% off

    I must have a rather silly mind as a sale sign of this kind always amuses me. Cue another poem… “25% off all stock!”the sign said, “It all must be sold!”The jumpers, the boots,the earrings, the suits -“One day only!” the sign said in bold.So I bought a beautiful jacket,though I saw no reduction in… Read.

  • Advent calendar

    When I was a child, I recall that among the Christmas decorations, there was an advent calendar that came out every year. I loved it. Not only did I look forward to Christmas, but I remembered all the happy Christmases that had gone before…. The best advent calendars don’t have chocolates in them.The cardboard nativity… Read.

  • Christmas thoughts (Note to self)

    I get so caught up in the stuff of Christmas. I know what really matters about it – love, family, the nativity. I mean I really do believe in the first Christmas – that our world was forever changed when the son of God was born to us at Bethlehem. But I still get so… Read.

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