Guernsey Poets

Friday, midnight, moon is waning, fortunately it’s not raining, as three naked women frolic in a habitat, bucolic. Drinking potions, ch...

I am a maid, Your Worships, please: not wicked, me, I meant no harm. I beg you now, upon my knees to please desist, it hurts my arm. Y...

Dancing at La Catioroc, Nell and Dolly, Maud and Alice, skipping, one rock to the next rock, sniggering with joyous malice. Three old ...

Black shawled, she gathers sticks, views you aslant. Her cat is black, it has an evil eye. We tread an extra mile, though we are tired, to...

At certain phases of the Moon they’d congregate, toad-faced, to mutter incantations, where tainted soil absorbed their charnel reek, and ...

There once was a witch with a whine and a wail So scared were the children she turned them all pale Her shreiks and her screams were the s...