David Lewis Paget : Writing

The Obelisk

The Obelisk

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


Right at the top of the mountainStood an obelisk in stone,It pointed up to the heavensWas inscribed with a runic poem,It wasn’t known who had pu..
The Way it Is...

The Way it Is...

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


‘What are we going to do with you?’My parents would say to me,‘We want you to work in a banking house,But you write poetry.You may l..
The Restless Wife

The Restless Wife

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The storm had unleashed its fury,In gales, on the night before,Had scribbled its bitter storyAll over a battered shore,For there lay the yacht ‘..
The Congenital Liar

The Congenital Liar

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


Have ever you noticed that liarsCross their fingers when they lie?They seem to think it absolves them fromA judgement, up on high,For fingers crossed ..
On Waking...

On Waking...

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


You wake on a bitter morning,To find that your love is lost,You turn your head to an empty bedOn the eve of Pentecost.You reach on out to feel the war..
Thunder & Lightning

Thunder & Lightning

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The night was a night of thunder,Of flashes of lightning too,Her eyes had stared out in wonderAt what it was going to do.She stood by the attic window..
The Visitor

The Visitor

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I asked the woman where she came from,She didn’t utter a word,But stood outside on the landing whereShe wouldn’t be seen, or heard.She gli..
The Mantle Clock

The Mantle Clock

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I found I was left a mantle clockThe type that you wind by key,It had stood upon my father’s shelf,Now it came down to me.Inside the clock I had..
The Seabed Wreck

The Seabed Wreck

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I like to dive on a sunken wreckIf the sea is not too rough,The seabed’s littered with carcassesI never can get enough,They range from the Roman..
Home from the Lake

Home from the Lake

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I just got home in the past half hourFrom a great weekend at the lake,I can’t remember how I got home,I think I’m about to flake.The drive..