Guernsey Poets

They stand in front of me wide hollow eyes search my soul. Grubby faces, ragged clothes, empty eyes. Itchy fingers point, the word ...

You’ve come and gone My precious one, This isle was never big enough To hold your interest for long, Before the lure of the mainland Dr...

We voted half the last lot out and voted all the new lot in. We thought that when we’d had our shout there’d be an end to lies and spin ...

I tried to write a poem About how I'd like to be remembered Well, believe me I tried But all I could think of was I'd like to be...

The shadow & sink of night fills the water’s simpering. Murkish, musty clouds edge,shove and elbow by the heights of Hanois, as she...