My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • 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.

  • Why I pray

    I was brought up in a Christian home and as a child I knew to pray to Jesus and to trust in him. At Easter, on the Sunday, we would celebrate in church the resurrection of Jesus’ from the dead. But today, the Saturday, the day between death and resurrection, I thought I would add… Read.

  • Back When

    Sometimes the events of living take overAnd we forget what we were at firstCast back, mindWhat did I love when I was twoOr fiveOr ten?WordsThey must still be thereLanguage hasn’t dried upDespite text speakGen ZOr Gen Alpha brain rot -Whatever that is A word is still a wordI mean, bruhThey still teach Shakespeare in schoolDon’t… Read.

  • Tree

    The crown of a tree is a lungFor even the stately, majestic lords of the forestMust breatheThe tender twigs the bronchiolesBringing air to the alveoli of woodAnd then that wondrous exchangeFor as I exhaling give outWhat most befits your needsSo do youIn your generosityLeave for me the oxygen that gives me lifeAnd though we cannot… Read.

  • Coconut Ice

    (And other culinary disasters of my youth) We followed the instructions so carefullyI wonder why it didn’t work?Like when I baked Yorkshire Parkin at schoolIt was soggy in the middleBut at least you could slice itAnd put it on a plateThe coconut ice was worseNever having setIt had to be eaten Out of a freezer… Read.

  • Robin

    Recently, whenever I have gone for a walk, there has been a robin somewhere along the way. I think they are the most delightful and resilient of birds. They deserve a poem, I think. To the robin trilling cheerilyWhy is it that you sing?Is it because you’re sureYou have no need of anything?Your nest is… Read.

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