Guernsey Poets

There's an icy tang to the East Wind's breath It seems to carry the scent of Death But I shrug it off for that's known to ...

In the Rain Zone It can fall for hours Sometimes just as sprinkles Often as heavy showers Water from above Splashes and splatters Dru...

If I recall too much, my frenetic young years all that misguided energy would have me in tears I used to continue lost causes, support the...

As the wind wraps itself round the house and it winds and caresses, impresses its will on my mind Then I fight for my freedom, my own way ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in July 2012 Clouds scudding across blackened skies Burs...

The islands and the bay have gone and fog is slowly rubbing out foreshore sights. Upturned boats and stones become invisible unknowns a...

Round doors and windows, like a bear outside an igloo, storm wind prowls; disturbs our rest with fearsome growls. It is at home in icy ai...

Like mad puppets, bird-feeders jig. The wind, a wild puppet-master, whips them onward, faster, faster, with rod and bar of branch and twi...