My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Poetry

  • Resistance is a piece of poetry

    Writing is part of the dietI am feeling the pull of the cakeThere are crisps in the kitchen I’m trying to resistBut it’s hard, for goodness’ sakePoems are part of the health planWhen I get the urge to chewI’ll contemplate words and combine themAnd add in a rhyme or twoWhen I get to the final… Read.

  • Something like hope

    There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.

  • Finding purpose

    It was about this time last year that I had that thought again, the one that says, “You should have done better. You must think about how you can improve.” It could be about any number of things, but this was about a familiar one: teaching. I qualified as a primary teacher in the 1990s,… Read.

  • Bridport – second round

    This year, as I’ve said before, is the first year that I’ve been writing poetry on a regular basis. Along with writing this blog and posting on Instagram, I decided to enter a poetry competition. My sister suggested giving the Bridport competition a go, as it’s really well known. So I did. Well, I didn’t… 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.

  • The Poetry Shelf

    The poetry shelf at the bookshopIs tucked quietly away, right at the backDown a short aisle that is stacked On one side with blue plastic containersAnd a trolley of miscellaneous itemsWaiting to be sortedAll the new hardbacks for ChristmasAnd the 3-for-2 wrapping paper,The book-lover’s gifts, the puzzlesAnd the ping pong setsAre in the open plan… Read.

  • Poetic Licen.ce

    I don’t understandThe rules an y moredOes anybody know how poetry…Should Be punct/u@ted?It isn’t like Shakespeare these days Who # writes # sonnets # now?I am bic pentameter sounds like declaration of a new identity And limericks belong in children’s joke booksSoWeWriteListsAndSayIt’sPoetryOr a paragraph of prose devoid of any real useful punctuation and putBreaks in… Read.

  • I write so I can breathe

    I writeSo I can breatheA blank page Is suffocatingPen to paperPierces a holeIn the wallsOf this vacuumAnd the wordsAre airI writeSo I can sleepMy dreams are freeWhen I have Taken out my tangledThoughtsAnd pressed them Between the pagesLike flowersLeft to dryI writeSo I can feel -Like getting upFrom kneeling too longIn one spotThe pain is… 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.

  • Stay

    Another rather honest one. I need help with this living business….. Stay my hand, LordShield my eyesI cannot choose Your ways so wiseI walk through troubleGladly ISave me JesusLest I dieI powerless amTo do your willSo keep me, Jesus.Keep me, still. Read.

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