Guernsey Poets

the machine's jaws are 80 foot wide busy gathering scraps, we crouch inside flesh is ground up, transformed into paste gratefully we ...

I walked along a country road Where I met an unknown friend He'd travelled many, many miles His journey had no end I said "I...

In the land of monumental blunders, we need more public art to celebrate our illustrious past, but really, where to start? A donkey in t...

The kingfisher, A blur of iridescent blue and orange, Hovered like some predatory humming bird A hands breadth above the slow incoming ti...

You danced on the water With lightning in your eyes Raindrops in your heart And thunder in the skies You played on your harp An angel ...