Gill Wyatt Old Age / Memories, Poetry
Her clock sits in the corner it is old and it is tired. It is dead, or so she said, she’s tried it many a time. It’s also lost its chime. The cheery song cannot be heard, it doesn’t say a word. We found the key and wound it and looked into its face and […]
It shines from a veil of darkness like moonshine on the sea It reaches out it’s brilliant rays and spreads it’s cheer. It lifts me from gloomy depths And hugs me like a cloak It rises gently like the tide And quenches fear. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2010
Gill Wyatt Poetry, Temptation / Evil
Sly slithering snake, unfeeling foe. Cold cruel eyes, silently spying. He views his victim, glaring, gliding, lurking and smirking, quick and slick; that ancient, patient predator pounces. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2010
The sun at dusk sets fire to the sky and casts a mystic shimmering on the fields which yields long shadows, deep and low, that skip and flit among the hedgerows and the trees. The dying twilight embers of the sun give up their flight, and abdicate to night then, melting into mists of […]
Gill Wyatt Calmness, Faith, Poetry
A wild unbroken stallion, you stamp and pant and strain; unyielding in determined rage you toss your matted mane. Your gentle father softly tames the fierce unbridled will; he confidently stands his ground and waits; until you’re still. Then quietly he draws you close to whisper his command, and harnessing your energy, he […]
Gill Wyatt Calmness, Faith, Poetry
Shipwrecked by warring, roaring seas of life, battered by squally oceans, I was numb; my mind tossed to and fro, dashed on the rocks, submerged beneath the swirling froth and scum. Tormenting terror seized my heaving guts; all strength had gone, my focus blurred and faint. as frantically I snatched within the gloom; my […]
Gill Wyatt Faith, Injustice, Poetry
My heart was taken captive by another’s vile lies, and as I turned my head away, there lurked before my eyes evil shadows of the past to taunt and mock and sneer, they dragged me from your presence where your love became less clear. It pierced me to my very heart I felt my […]
At the dawning of the year resurrect your hidden dream and start your talent flowing from a trickle to a stream. If your heart is bleak and cold and your vision buried deep; take your time and treat it well softly rouse it from its sleep. And as you see it growing gently […]
Gill Wyatt Faith, Journeying, Poetry
The Christmas candle flickers; bursts to life and incense, like a prayer awakes my senses. Brightness floods the corners, fills the room and fills my heart with overwhelming warmth; calming, comforting. Hope rises, darkness fades; entranced I gaze into its flame and watch amazed, reflecting. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2009
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
My little one, who never saw the light of day, you had no time to stop and play upon this earth. I never touched your tiny face, or held you in that sweet embrace that only motherhood can know. Although I never nursed you in my hands, you’re still a precious part, close to my […]
