David Lewis Paget : Writing

Twilight

Twilight

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I look for you in the twilight glowWhen the sun dips over the rim,When it’s night time here and it’s daytime thereAnd I think of you there..
The Little Toy Shop

The Little Toy Shop

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The little Toy Shop in the High Street,With its pebble glass windows and doors,Was a magical place, with its curtains of laceAnd delight on its shelve..
Go Out and Anchor the Boat

Go Out and Anchor the Boat

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The cumulus clouds built overheadBut were dark, and filled with rain,They brought to the sky a sense of dreadOf the storm to come, and pain,The wind p..
The Black Freighter

The Black Freighter

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The Cormorant was the darkest ship,As dark as a ship could be,Not only the paint was pitted blackFrom the funnels to the sea,But deep inside in its ru..
A Question of Fate

A Question of Fate

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


You only can die but once, they say,There isn’t a second time,We carry fears all along the yearsWhen we think, which day is mine?We envisage tha..
Astrakanz

Astrakanz

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The life and the soul of the partyHe was always cracking jokes,Ever so hale and heartyWhen he hung with other blokes.We all thought he had a funny nam..
The Missing

The Missing

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


What will I miss the most, I thought,Now that she’s not around,I walked back slowly to the PortWith my face turned to the ground,Would I miss th..
The Village of Ghosts

The Village of Ghosts

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I didn’t have much to put down… He said,‘You wouldn’t get much with that.’I’d wanted to buy a cottage whileThe ho..
The Dockyard Wife

The Dockyard Wife

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He sat in the Bell & Lantern withHis pipe and with his beer,The streets were wet on a misty nightWith the pub, the only cheer,He’d only marr..
The Village of Crone

The Village of Crone

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I went for a walk in a farmer’s fieldThat once was a village street,The cobbles were buried under the weedsAnd scattering ears of wheat,I wonder..