Beccy : Writing

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..
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..