The Writers Group
Rain prickles softly on a frosted conservatory roof, underpinning the murmur and laughter of friends. In a book lined room, already bursting with words, there is still space for more… life stories and poetry, theology…
Category: Original Poetry
The Carpenter’s Friend
I am a beast of burdennot knowing what path to take,until one day an angel came,telling me a difference I would make. Then shortly, there came a virgin.Her face was humble and faire.She looked at…
Stone Walls
There are giant stone walls that separate us.They’re six feet thick and six feet high.They form a box and close you in,on top and bottom and every side. I’m not the one who built these…
The Dandelion’s Lament
~ by Caitey Gehan A dandelion felt sadas she watched the other flowers grow.They grew tall in shrines of dirtthe people made long ago.Admired for their beautywhile the dandy was just a weed!The flowers seemed…
The Rainy Day
~ by Donna L. Ferguson Dudley She's stomping through the puddles; how she loves to make them splash!She loves the Spring rains very well, but not the lightning flash!So, only during gentle rains, she takes…
Teenagers in the Book Store
~ by Lawrence (Mack) Hall There were three, two of them flitting about,the third was sitting cross-legged on the floorin a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off,quite lost in a slender paperback of verse.…
The Ghost Book
~ by Charles A. Coulombe In midst of all, have I learned at last,present is embedded in the past.Sages say that the tree is bentas the seedling is, by nature, sent. Hunting, riding, friends I…
A Writer’s Life
I scrawl my scattered dreams on screeds of paper. They drift and tumble about me like fading weeds in the wind… shallow rooted, stunted and unfinished. Then you step in. Scarred hands catch, to sift…
The March-Warden’s Song
I ride the King’s highway, wherever I go,relentless, regardless of friend or of foe.Ye ghoulish horrors that prowl by night beware or be tasted by sword-blade so bright. Though wild, deserted, this province I sing,belongs…