Guernsey Poets

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in October 2012 Turned Red, leaves dead. All green, n...

This Poem was written during a workshop. It is based on the following eight randomly generated words; summer, satin, honest, blue, comfort, ...

Turned Red, leaves dead. All green, now unseen. Leaves brown, floating down. golden hues, light defuse. orange leaves, summers ...

As well I might, consider flight, for I have wings, not feet. For who needs feet to fly? Legs that were once strong still there, now in ...

Untitled - Martyn Legg The child’s path is held within the father’s hands Never does he plan for us to wander Never does he plan for us ...