My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • Waiting rooms

    I have had the covid this week, in all the humidity. Some days are just about the waiting…. Waiting for the cool air to returnAnd bring a breezeWaiting for the chance to sleep againWith much more easeWaiting for a dawning light to cheerThe heavy heartFor the day that brings an endTo all our time apartWaiting… Read.

  • I took my scalpel to a poem

    I asked myself one day what made a poem a poem. I might have done better to ask other people, obviously, because it turns out I don’t know!! I decided it might well be a mystery, and also rather subjective – a bit like asking “What is worthy of being called art?” I took my… Read.

  • Finding shade

    On this hot dayTo find reliefI hover softly underneathA tree replete with Perfect leafWaiting in the cool beneath Read.

  • Wild

    While admiring the wild flowers in the park today, a volunteer gardener told me what corncockles were. I always think it’s strange that meadow flowers need a designated area – in case they get out of hand! The bedding plants newly set in soilHave colours chosen for artistic effectWell spacedAs if lined up on invisible… Read.

  • This is me

    This is meI’ll tell you the truthI want you to like meI say “This is how I am -People can like me or not”But it isn’t how I feel insideWe were meant to live In communityTo know, to care, to likeEven loveWhy then is it so easyTo judge -To be jealous, envious, cruel?It’s so easyBut… Read.

  • Ridiculous

    My ridiculous heartOnly wants what it willWith no thought of how it will endI hunger for danger, excitement or riskIt’s no good that I should pretendI’d say I am wiseBut I know it’s not trueAnd I often fall flat on my faceAnd so I am gratefulForever so gladFor the one who poured on meHis grace Read.

  • Weathered love

    I want lived-in loveThe hot heat of romance burns itself outBut the quiet strength of weathered loveHas something moreLove that has sat upon a tempestuous seaOf sorrow or troubleThat has desperately wept at hopelessnessOr sickness long sufferedBut has risen still with the dawnAnd with deliberate fresh devotionThis is loveThis outlasts, outstrips the sprint of early… Read.

  • Bloom

    The early blooms of wisteriaAre like fronds of fernBefore the flowers openAnd the quenching scent is releasedFrom my seat on the swingThe fringe of blossom is backAnd the evening breezeIs bringing fresh wavesOf perfume to meAfter the heat of the dayI know I shall remain hereFor some time Read.

  • Bird

    She started like a birdAt the sound of his voiceAnd sunshine seemed brighterAs she did soAnd those who were close byEnvied the one who couldTouch her soul soAnd by and byHer nervous flutteringWas calmed by that same voiceUntil one day she stood Beside him peacefulDressed in whiteSunshine sparkling with joyAnd still her soul sang loudestWhenever… Read.

  • Flip flops in April

    We were late out this morningSo I put on my flip flops in hasteDespite my worst driving everWe were still lateBut now I am sitting in a clearingSurrounded by treesFilled with birds singingDappled light falling through the leavesWindows open at the park cafe asThe first customers chat happily over a cuppaI am supposed to be… Read.

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