Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Happiness

  • The last mince pie of the season

    This last mince pie of the season is a thingof greatest beauty.The pastry short, the lid slightly too small.In between the points of the star-shaped pastryon top, mincemeat oozes out.This home-made pie is small; not the showy itemsold in supermarkets in boxes of six, with intricate patternson top and a foil base. These mismatched pies,… 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.

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