Lesley Young – Selected Poems #6
Ten to Seven You might have seen me walking In the company of friends On Dartmoor’s ancient trails. You might have seen us strike a pose For a...
Read moreTen to Seven You might have seen me walking In the company of friends On Dartmoor’s ancient trails. You might have seen us strike a pose For a...
Read morePostcard From Ireland I think of you in lands like these Wonderful, inspiring lands With sweeping bays and rugged knocks, Cork’s Sleepy bailes and...
Read moreThis is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes. Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape...
Read moreWriting your memoir can be exhausting, lonely and confusing. Here are some of the things I found helpful when writing my debut book….The...
Read moreMisguided Fantasy I lost my head (When all about me were keeping theirs – ha!) Over you In a jumble of possibilities If not eventualities...
Read moreMessage in a Bottle I will take my feelings and dress them up In fancy words On the finest vellum And seal them in a vial made of tempered glass I...
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Read moreLet the silent tears flow And when your eyes clear Perhaps you will glimpse How your eternal child Has become the unseen angel Who parents your...
Read morePeople disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of...
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