Beccy : Writing

On a childhood memory

On a childhood memory

A Poem by Beccy


The fruit lay heavy on the ground,the hour was wrapped in idle thought ;And sweet the taste of scented air,so sweet and quite beyond compare.And here ..
Patterns

Patterns

A Poem by Beccy


There is a difference now. Night used to be when cold sheets becamewarm and 'La petite mort,' was writ largein both heart and mind, when the illusion ..
Sisters

Sisters

A Poem by Beccy


After school, all in the park, sharing secrets; swings and slides, the traffic barely breathes a sighwhere safe behind the canopy of trees,we took our..
First love.

First love.

A Poem by Beccy


I saw you in the high street today.A fleeting glimpse, little more than a reflection in a shop window;a momentary flicker frameof recognition, followe..
Remembering

Remembering

A Poem by Beccy


for my Grandma, who passed away fifteen years ago this month. She is always in my heart and mind.
There are still such things as dreams

There are still such things as dreams

A Poem by Beccy


There became an overstepping of the mark,a thinning of the gulf between us and the brutes.It lies in the past, but disfigures the future;and though he..
On reflection.

On reflection.

A Poem by Beccy


Just a bit of fun.
Looking at symbols

Looking at symbols

A Poem by Beccy


The trouble with symbolsis that they are a necessary evil;and there are so many now,thirty one million, two hundredand sixty eight at last count, (sic..
The new estate

The new estate

A Poem by Beccy


The bricks pile,angled in certain shadows;whilst instark contrasted trees,crows squabble,vying for what little spaceremains, as pale twilightsearches ..
Perspective

Perspective

A Poem by Beccy


A different thought stream and perspective to my poem 'Animate objects.'

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