By Peter Ainscough: “Whatever happened to my muse? Has she gone off to warmer climes…
In ancient times there live an eledile, That fed on squirrels and on crocophants.
I am a Closet Tory, And I slink around at night, Disguised as Independent, But I’m really to the right….
CHRISTMAS DAY 2013 is celebrated with the set of photos of Hedon Christmas Lights sent in by Andy Beecroft for our ‘Hedon at Christmas’ Photo Competition!
THE WIND by Isabel Sutton (10 years old)…..
WE HAVE a double whammy of treats today for the Wednesday Writings Column, including David Thompson, Hedon Poet on air…
David will be performing this poem at The Humber Mouth Festival in Hull on Friday and at the Rugby World Cup match England v Fiji being held at the KC Stadium on Saturday!….
I love that time as the day is ending, When silence creeps in on the noisy day. And everything seems to want to delay….
Pathways by W. Palmer Stephenson Times of molehills and warmth And alternate images Of morning and sunset Across the Villages; Traces of cattle amongst some nettles, Discarded boots and campers’ kettles Through undulating ancient places Long disused by former races Before the draining of the marsh. No one […]
The handsome elm tree stood for year on year, Until the deadly infestation years ago…
Statuesque Larkinesque By David Thompson. Inspired by a statue, and inspired one!
Trip the light fantastic! by Peter Ainscough Dear Peter, You held me in your arms, we danced all night To music with an ever rising beat, But though you told me that my steps were light, Your heavy tread has damaged my poor feet! You told me that […]