Mary Anne Willow

21/09/2020 0 Comments

Ten to Seven You might have seen me walking In the company of friends On Dartmoor’s ancient trails. You might have seen us strike a pose For a...

26/08/2020 0 Comments

Postcard From Ireland I think of you in lands like these Wonderful, inspiring lands With sweeping bays and rugged knocks, Cork’s Sleepy bailes and...

21/07/2020 0 Comments

Misguided Fantasy I lost my head (When all about me were keeping theirs – ha!) Over you In a jumble of possibilities If not eventualities...

24/06/2020 0 Comments

Message in a Bottle I will take my feelings and dress them up In fancy words On the finest vellum And seal them in a vial made of tempered glass...

27/05/2020 0 Comments

Existential Crisis They said it would be useful, help me to ‘move on’, after all this time. And I did want to tell my story, I wanted to...

16/04/2020 0 Comments

Pru Her kids all grown, she came to this place To learn. She sat at the back, afraid to speak In case she got things wrong. Then bit by bit...

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