My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Fool

    Low mood in winter is not an uncommon experience, but I am always taken by surprise when I realise that yet again that is what I have been experiencing. Troublesome or oppressive thoughts, or obsessions seem to go hand in hand for me with seasonal affective disorder. Hoping that the forecast sunshine this week brings… Read.

  • The weight of waiting

    Under the weight of waitingI am hanging onThe world spins Off kilterAnd I realiseA moment too lateAs I crash to the groundThat I was Holding my breath Read.