Beccy : Writing

Books

Books

A Poem by Beccy


She was only obliquely referenced to,a single line, writ thinly on the flyleafof a treasured book, slipping throughtime and fingers, that so delicatet..
Donation

Donation

A Poem by Beccy


Half the world is fat,half the world is thinand half the world isstill locked out, stilltrying to get in.And the flicker flame of conscienceis that al..
Old shoes

Old shoes

A Poem by Beccy


A poem for Edward. You are remembered now always
I'm only blonde sometimes.

I'm only blonde sometimes.

A Poem by Beccy


Friday night andhigh heels tempt,nails red as blood,lip gloss outshinesthe setting sun;a practised look,hair falling,ingenue.Sunday in the park,we wal..
Notes in the margin

Notes in the margin

A Poem by Beccy


She never really liked dolls,or play learning to cook;Instead, like some distant childof the gods, she dreamed long hoursaway in the garden, preferrin..
Born out of time

Born out of time

A Poem by Beccy


We are all the product of fusion,intentional or otherwise,the choice of when such anevent occurs, always quiteHobson in its option.Thus, when retro de..
Mistress

Mistress

A Poem by Beccy


She stands, waiting,wondering, will hetake me to lunch first?He smiles and takesher hand. Palms pressand she smiles back.See, see how he loves me.Ther..
Generation gap

Generation gap

A Poem by Beccy


I saw them in the window,they were beckoning to me,high heeled, black and seductive,And I thought - 'Oh Wow! Sexy!'Then I paused just for a moment,loo..
Skin deep

Skin deep

A Poem by Beccy


Under standards set by the Worldcouncil for conformity, you are beautiful.An unblemished apple in an orchard mostlyhung heavy on the bough with the bl..
Enchantment

Enchantment

A Poem by Beccy


On a early morning walk through the beautiful Gwydir forest in Wales.