Wednesday Writings – The Broken AngelWednesday Writings – The Broken Angel
The Broken Angel – by Peter Ainscough There’s an angel in my garden And she has a broken wing. She can never fly to[...]
The Broken Angel – by Peter Ainscough There’s an angel in my garden And she has a broken wing. She can never fly to[...]
‘twas Friday evening so I went Round to the pub, where hours were spent In drinking and in merriment, Until all of my cash was spent.[...]
Angel gloried light in sunset sky; Though now you doubt, yet do not question why....[...]
HedFester and Hedon Poet David Thompson tells us IN POETRY about life after Hedon Town Council...![...]
The little man sat in his study, holding his head in his hands, things had happened that morning, that had been and scuppered his plans[...]
This untitled piece - perhaps a modern-day parable - was written by Lorraine (Flo) Ellis who composed it as a challenge to respond to[...]
Spurn by Peter Ainscough: "...Moving and changing at its self-owned pace..."[...]
"...with crystal lines of ice... with a carpet of snow crystals..." - It can only be Wednesday Writings time on the Hedon Blog![...]
By David Thompson - This ranks amongst the wittiest of poems we have had the pleasure to publish on the Hedon Blog... [...]