Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
A breathless waiting fills expectant air for that first almost silent sound to flood the room with light, as bow and strings unite to raise a vibrant voice to lofty heights; descending to a rich full-bodied tone that soothes the senses, harmonizing in a symphony of sound then gathers pace to race, as rising, reaching […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
Just a bit of fun for Christmas … Here is the Weather Forecast… Bright and breezy in the morning, things turn black, and without warning suddenly, a storm will brew, folks erupting in a queue. Shoppers, like a wild tornado making sure they have enough, though leaving chaos in their wake, with booming […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
I feel its beat, click-clacking from the heels of my feet, pulsating, awakening, exciting, inviting my heart to follow. Touching my senses, leading me on, losing myself in its light, bright dance. Flamboyant flames, swishing and swirling colour erupting, twisting and twirling, clapping, tapping, gathering pace, insistent, persistent and strong. Unrestrained, yet in control, Passion […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
The waves retreat to gather force; a frothy, foaming dragon overpowers; pounces. Wind whistles, salt stings, sail flaps, I haul it in to face the wind. She halts. I force the rudder, hard right; desperate, defiant. The mast creaks, she turns to catch the wind. Leaning, heaving the hull races, Slices through the rising swell […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
For a moment, I cared as I stared at the screen, where obscene poverty gazed back limply through glazed eyes, an opaque veil revealing hidden sorrow. Beyond tears, without hope, without help, they die, while you and I give a pittance to relieve our guilt, then sleep, soundly. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2011
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
Did anyone ask the shepherd if he wanted to be a king? Did he know the implications when his brothers called him in, and anointing oil ran down his face dripping from his chin? Did he even think that one day he’d be dressed in royal robes and a crown, to weigh him down with […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
This claustrophobic journey hems me in. Incessant noise scrabbles at my mind, as I, and this train speed through fields. Fleetingly I catch a glimpse of life, measured in acres, where the sky is still and wisps of wind flutter in the trees, and I, I would be free, on the other side of the […]
