Wendy's Books
Extracts
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THE MIDNIGHT GARDEN
In dreams
I walk alone through
The midnight garden
Where the light of
Moonbeams etch silvery,
Shimmering spangles of light
Over the world beneath.
A glittering pathway
Upon the lake
Linking heaven to earth.
Life with life.
The haunting hoot of the owl
Hidden within the trees
Warns the twitching whiskers of the
Nervous mouse.
Neither note our passing.
No footprints left
In dewy grass,
And yet, in dreamy sleep,
You take my hand
And we two again,
Walk as one
UNSEEN FOOTSTEPS
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Unseen footsteps wander
Through sweet scented meadows,
Over fields of green,
Gold coloured corn lightly slips through fingers,
Warm breezes rustle hedgerow leaves
While the clear trill of birdsong
Floats in the blue azure sky.
Yonder the eye’s
Drawn to serried ranks of
The vine fields
Covering green rolling hills.
Gold rays of sunlight
Beam down, warm and inviting
Enveloping all.
Radiates strength and thinning
The veil between this life and the next.
Generating delight and new life
To your soul and mine
As our fingers entwine
In love and in peace.
REFLECTIONS
Poetry and photographs
Self published through Createspace/KDP
REFLECTIONS is a book of poetry and prose
Compiled over a period of 2-3 years.
It is offered as a beacon of light
Beaming in the darkness.
For those who seek solace.
To inspire the lost and the lonely.
To give hope to those who despair.
And to bring joy and amusement,
Delight and enjoyment
To all those who, by reading these words,
Join me on my journey to a new, very
Different life.
Taster of what is waiting to be published
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SPIRIT OF THIS PLACE
He stands on the cliff top,
Alone, at dawn,
Looking down at the bay,
Deserted at this time of day.
He is isolated,
A dark figure, a silhouette
Against the vastness of the sky
And endless ocean.
Above, the raucous seagulls cry,
Circling, spiralling, dancing
On the wind.
Below, swift breezes swirl,
Creating eddies and patterns
In the sand
Pounding waves, white horses in the spray,
Crash upon the shore.
Foaming, angry waves lift up,
Pummelling the cliffs below
Chipping, splintering, eroding
Chunks from their base,
A violence only nature can create.
Yet he stands still,
Master of this place.
Dark clouds building overhead,
Brewing to a storm,
While out at sea, with sails unfurled,
A boat fights the angry waves,
Seeking safety, away from harm.
Yet he stands still,
Master of all he surveys.
All flora and fauna
Bow to his command,
The birds, bees and fish as well,
For he is master of this space,
The Spirit of this Place,
And all nature dances
To his tune.