Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Happiness

  • Broadhaven

    I will miss this soon.The clatter of the slatted blindsin the breeze,the lazy days that seem to be without time.Sand scattered across the tilesand the smell of wetsuits.The corner shop that sells postcards,Welsh milk, croissants and cheap body boards.The daily wondering what timewe will go in the seaand whether to have cod or scampifor teaor… Read.

  • Handstand

    If I could do a handstandright nowI wouldn’t.Being upside down these daysmakes the room spin funny.When I was young I’d have liked to be ableto do a handstand,but arms and legs didn’t seem tocoordinate well enough—all too independent mindedto work together.A headstand was easier to managebut what looks cute at nine or ten,looks ungainly at… Read.

  • 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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