My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • A Walk In The Park

    This not quite spring morningOf birdsongCrisp air and Long-shadowed lovelinessRippling streams andCotton wool cloudsAs the church bellsSound the hourThe blackbird found with wormThe wood pigeon cooingAnd on a benchThe nosegay of daffodilsPoised in loving memory Read.

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