Guernsey Poets

When your family can’t be fed And it’s almost cheaper to be dead You take stock and wonder why Our leaders all want pie in the sky The...

With catapult, once school was finished, I went to hunt in woodland, high above Belfast, in summer light and heard, among leafed branche...

I know inside my heart Life’s too short to be apart That together we could start A revelation, a celebration A new translation of love ...

In the early morning she rises Awoken by an unknown fear Through the basement window She sees the red lines appear Moving through the...

The sun was peeping through the clouds Every now and then. The wind had died, the temperature Was well above the 10 Pottering in the ga...