We are delighted to see more work by David Thompson appear in Wednesday Writings. Lament of a Manager
By David Thompson. Oh to be a postman…
I would perchance to make you see, What my library means to me, A refuge of tranquillity, For the literary devotee…
Other dads were better than mine, Mine wasn`t a dad I would choose, Got home from work on his bike, Smelling of fish dock and booze…
If I was I and me was me,
What sort of I would me be?…
The Broken Angel – by Peter Ainscough There’s an angel in my garden And she has a broken wing. She can never fly to Heaven, Nor can she ever sing, With the great angelic chorus, Which praises God all day. So she stays here in my garden And […]
‘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
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…