Guernsey Poets

Tattoo etched upon the skin Ruby red, needle in Turquoise features, black outline Sacred image, lines so fine Golden ink begins to shine...

6.45 alarm rings in my head, Time to get my arse out of bed. There’s a brand new day to start, But do I really have the heart? And so a...

Image Source: Jenny Hamon Mackerel - Jenny Hamon Going back a few decades There’s a tale I remember told About a Guernsey fisherman S...

Art is a language with which we communicate Comprised of lines both straight and broken Of colours, hues and shades A language where not...

There’s a shed at the end of the garden That’s my husband’s pride and joy It’s not very nice to look at But is used for many a ploy I t...