My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • Bridport – second round

    This year, as I’ve said before, is the first year that I’ve been writing poetry on a regular basis. Along with writing this blog and posting on Instagram, I decided to enter a poetry competition. My sister suggested giving the Bridport competition a go, as it’s really well known. So I did. Well, I didn’t… Read.

  • Something I wrote

    For anyone reading this who has enjoyed my poetry, I’d like to share that my book – my debut collection – is now available on Amazon. I’m also sharing again the first poem I shared in this blog, because it is the title for my book, and was the moment I thought of trying to… Read.

  • Nativity

    Tinselly haloesAnd poorly made tunicsTied at the waistWith Dad’s dressing gown beltAnd lisps of “Away -Away in a manger”Sung by small shepherds Who fervently kneltMum and Dad sniffingAnd quietly recordingTo show to the familyLater that dayAnd little Lord JesusNot crying but wrapped upIn somebody’s tea towelHead first in the hayWhat is it that brings usThe… Read.

  • Minus one

    This icing sugar frosted grassBrings of winter just a tasteAlong the river’s gush I passedSlender twigs in ice encased Read.

  • The Poetry Shelf

    The poetry shelf at the bookshopIs tucked quietly away, right at the backDown a short aisle that is stacked On one side with blue plastic containersAnd a trolley of miscellaneous itemsWaiting to be sortedAll the new hardbacks for ChristmasAnd the 3-for-2 wrapping paper,The book-lover’s gifts, the puzzlesAnd the ping pong setsAre in the open plan… Read.

  • London Pride

    Since I am stuck at home with a chest infection, I thought I’d post some more poems. And whilst I’m at it, I wanted to say that very soon I should be able to share details of my first poetry collection. Any week now….. As today is about remembering those who have gone before, this… Read.

  • At my most childlike

    I am at my most childlikeat the onset of autumn.The first crisp morning brings goosebumpscaused not by cold airbut by anticipation.I hunt through cupboards for jumpers, boots and scarves – packed away hurriedly in the search for flip-flops and sandalsjust a few months ago – but now drawn out and greeted againas old friends.The air… Read.

  • Surviving on bara brith and wishful thinking

    Wales in October can be just lovely -strong winds perhaps and sharp showersbut interludes of sunshinethat take your breath away.Then coming home to lemsip and a new dependency on daytime tv, the rough edges of cancelled plans.I try to feel,to think “What next?”I miss the hills and the sunsets,shoes caked in wet sand,the waves that… Read.

  • On the train home from London

    I am fascinated by nostalgia. As CS Lewis wrote in his book The Weight of Glory, a person managing to travel back to a time long ago, whose memory was very sweet, “would not have found the thing itself, but only the reminder of it.” In German the word ‘sehnsucht’ sums up this sense of… Read.

  • No man is an island

    I was thinking earlier about the fabled granting of three wishes, by such creatures as genies or fairy godmothers, and it got me wondering what would I do if it ever happened to me? Perhaps it’s best that it doesn’t. It’s also why I’d never want to win the lottery…. If I had a lamp,… Read.

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