Guernsey Poets

Oh Garlic, of the great Allium Tribe Bulbous root, so vibrant and exciting You cast a magic spell that works so well To make food delicio...

If I could sing I’d be a singer If I could play guitar I’d be a star If I could think I’d be a danger If I could go I’d go too far If I...

Scrambling brambles up the side Of walls once weatherproof and warm So much was lived and loved inside Those stones where I'm still...

Gods and Goddesses. Forever immortal. The perfect angel. Statue memorial. Purity and perfection. Collective resurrection. Hail Mary. ...

They stop to watch their watches stopped, and time stands still, on Bunker Hill. The cold grey sea begins to fill, the hollows around...