Beccy : Writing

Feed the birds

Feed the birds

A Poem by Beccy


You would not treat so lightly a helpless little stray,a fledgling, small and fragile, got lost upon its way,you would not think to shut the door and ..
Of lollipops and Sundays

Of lollipops and Sundays

A Poem by Beccy


Sticky little hands and lips,unadorned with that to come,delighting in each moment spent though they be only lightly lent.Sticky little hands and lips..
Style over content

Style over content

A Poem by Beccy


The meter,' said Peter, 'is paramountwhen perfecting and primping a poem,it should go with a flow, like - so la ti dowith rhapsodic refrains in a row...
Musings from my conservatory

Musings from my conservatory

A Poem by Beccy


By nature, I am an assiduous collector of books and trivia;sometimes I sift, sort the wheat from the chaff,but mostly, I just store, not so much as to..
Park benches.

Park benches.

A Poem by Beccy


A thousand miles away;perhaps in contemplationof the sonyou left behind, you are playing your guitar.Even above the gusted Novemberwind that chills to..
Prada comes before a fall.

Prada comes before a fall.

A Poem by Beccy


"It's a bargain," she sighs,"I must have it, so sequinned,so shiny and brightbut for now, just for now,though I'm sad to admit,'tis a tad, just a tiny..
And I would be a child again

And I would be a child again

A Poem by Beccy


When I was a child, I thought,thought not so deeply as tocause a sleepless nightand never deep enough toset the world from wrong to right.Enough it wa..
Nine lines

Nine lines

A Poem by Beccy


We are of time, uncounted,formed by fragments of the wholeas we search for enlightenmentbetween each swiftly turning page. We are thin boned, moths ..
Hourglass

Hourglass

A Poem by Beccy


11pm, way past normalbedtime and my thoughtshang like clouds in a grey,unsettled sky;they are at once visible,yet amorphous, like thewispy tendrils of..
Mother

Mother

A Poem by Beccy


She grows weary now; there is a certainthickening around the middle and herancient limbs tremble with the weight ofrecalcitrant children still chasing..