Guernsey Poets

I’m wondering at a poignant time if it’s possible through this forum to feature a verse written long ago by an author whose name will never ...

Now he’s just a soldier once christened with a name, who lived and breathed and questioned, as to fields of war he came. Where death has...

`It’s December next month lads, and at last there’s nothing to fear.` `All over by Christmas they said, though they didn’t mention which ...

Pacing anxiously up and down, how I worried waiting there, until my cabin door bursting open, filled with an icy stare. A vision of beauty...

Please don’t halt your bicycle, do not dismount at my door. Though I long for news from my lover, I don’t want to hear of war. Watching...

1st Btn Essex Rgt. Patrol report, Feb 1917, Boom Ravine, Somme. Outpost sentry not named. Nameless Fears - Alan Marquis Waiting, waitin...

This poem is my interpretation of an event which took place in November 1916. My source was a conversation with the son of a veteran of 51s...

The wind a force of darkness, running its endless race, the moon a huge silver rocket, ...

To me they are the same, in every perfect way, those sweet sounds across the bay, resounding in caves beside surf and foam, where a boy o...