My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Poetry

  • Risk assessment 2026

    I seem to have rather neglected this blog of late – sorry. There have been reasons. Firstly I decided the time has probably come to think about writing another book. So I have been writing various poems, and I thought I’d better not share them all just yet or there’ll be nothing new to go… Read.

  • The voices

    The voices said stop.They said no-one will read it.Those that dowill do so by accidentand will discover they do not like it.They saidwho are you to think your wordsare poetry?So I repliedI will read it.I will write the words that please me.And I will enjoy the sound they make andthe image they createand I will… Read.

  • For P -with love

    Sometimes we get a chance to say goodbye and thank you. I did, in a letter. She wasn’t a relative but I had always known her. Happy first Mother’s Day in heaven. She talked so muchI could not get a word inBut she lived aloneSo she needed to shareShe talked about folksAs if I had… Read.

  • 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.

  • 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.