The Whitlow
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
Looking down at his right index finger, He saw the scar remained, as did that curved fingernail. Not thought of for years, the memory now vivid, The whitlow, the pain, and the delirium, And the heat of the bread poultice. The old Doctor flitting in and out of his dreams, Muttering, ‘Not ripe, not ripe. […]
The Shire Stallion
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
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Where are you now, my gentlest Giant? Friend of my childhood, my brave Standard Bearer. I remember so well the battles we fought- Waterloo, Inkerman, Ladysmith. We were so brave, you carried me , reins held taught: The Red Dragon of Wales, our Standard proclaiming. Those battles we fought in times without number, Often at […]
The Party Kiss
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
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We walked slowly home from the party. The sky clouded over, it started to rain. Taking off my coat, we snuggled beneath it. It was exciting, I pressed my lips on your freckled cheek. “Now you will have to marry me”, I firmly said. You chuckled and lisped “Oh you are thoppy, you know we […]
Playing With Fish
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
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To play with fish? Well it is possible: So long as your hands are gentle, and patient. He lies there quietly, tail slowly waving, Then a quick pounce, at some morsel he fancies. Now lay flat on your stomach, hands outstretched, Next work one hand slowly, up behind him, The other hand moves to reach […]
Harbour Lights
April 13, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
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Harbour lights, Welcome sailors home to safety. Waiting families wave and cheer, Praise God for bringing them home safely yet again. Berth secure. arm in arm, sailors and kin walk to lamp lit cottages Home at last. Mothers, children gather round,listen to fathers tales of mountainous waves, howling winds, Strange beasts in far off lands, […]
Gobowen 1927
April 13, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
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Snow flakes fell on the foot of the bed, The children lay still, wide eyed, black rimmed, Coughing crying, young faces contorted in fright. The cold so intense many wet the bed. Nurses rushed round in their coats, and scarves, Serving out diets of boiled fish, potatoes in skins. Coaxing and scolding, ensuring no one […]