Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: treasure
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Stage angel
We saw you that time, at the Sondheim,do you remember?The thunderous applauseas you enteredthen the hush as you began to speak -we gazedwondering what you really are.We wonderbut without manic hysteria -there is no screaming surge,no clamour that desiresit knows not what.Do we see something unearthly perhaps?A gift so astonishingwe are just grateful to have… Read.
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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.
My Wordly Wealth 