My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: loss

  • You may be gone

    You may be goneBut I keep finding youIn places I don’t expectLike sand after a holidayOr glitter after ChristmasPerhaps I should have tidied you awayA little betterBut I don’t want to forgetSo I must liveWith these contradictory hopesSide by sideOneThat I would heal and soonThe otherThat I would never recover Read.

  • Something I wrote

    For anyone reading this who has enjoyed my poetry, I’d like to share that my book – my debut collection – is now available on Amazon. I’m also sharing again the first poem I shared in this blog, because it is the title for my book, and was the moment I thought of trying to… Read.

  • When I sleep

    Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.

  • Let go

    Is this my seaside?The name is rightThe pier stretches out stillBut no-one walks along itThe fairground closed and quietThe endless reaches of sandNow taken by grassNot to be walked onIs this my seaside?I think it wasThe Victorian shop frontsStill standBut not thronged todayBy holiday makersPerhaps it is the rainPerhaps we weren’t to blameWe didn’t let… Read.

  • Happy Birthday

    I wished your birthday happyIn the quietness of my heartWho knows if things are measured in yearsIn heavenIf you still mark the beginning of your time on earthOr if it is more seemly to keep a record Of your arrival there?And I wonder if you knowHow those who loved youStill count the daysSince you were… 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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