Beccy : Writing

Leftovers

Leftovers

A Poem by Beccy


'I am the light of the world' For those behind the broken fence, no god with season's blessing gleams, nor sweet perfume hangs in the air to squ..
Mornings in the forest - disjointed

Mornings in the forest - disjointed

A Poem by Beccy


Even the strongest tree falls,often so slowly you barelynotice as it greets each new spring as if for the first time;and in your dreams you imagineit ..
Weekends away

Weekends away

A Poem by Beccy


I remember those days when we walked on the sands, the four of us, one, through the link of our hands, when the world was a smile on my dear mothe..
Being ten

Being ten

A Poem by Beccy


just a memory
Micky and me

Micky and me

A Poem by Beccy


Time was when we stretched the boundaries,ran free, Micky and me;darting in and out of consequenceas all kids do.Years melted and I didn't see him aga..
The village girl

The village girl

A Poem by Beccy


'All that glisters is not gold,often have you heard that told.'William Shakespeare,from The Merchant of Venice.She had a wish, the little village girl..
Disco

Disco

A Poem by Beccy


from a memory of how it was
Chains

Chains

A Poem by Beccy


Days come, days go, unbending, unending,one step in front of the other;inexorable in their progress as they slipthrough cracks in the pavement and for..
Eight. A perfect little number

Eight. A perfect little number

A Poem by Beccy


Just a bit of fun
The village school.  R.I.P.

The village school. R.I.P.

A Poem by Beccy


Eight rows of ancient wooden desks,empty now, stood quiet in patient rank and file,scarred from initials cut with purposeful intentby ink stained fing..