Wendy Adele Williams


Writing

summertime begins

3 am, the birds already chime / through the open window. Somehow, tomorrow has come sooner today. Summertime begins The daffodils have been nodding towards it / for a while / but tonight, I…

Echoes

We clambered the ‘Steps to Heaven’, / pebble-smooth, / plimsoll-worn / by our father’s father’s children.

Somniloquy

I smell the perfume of new fruit / on tomorrow’s breath,

The Great Dictator

As the day digs in its heels, / yet again.

Distant Sun

Never shared knowing smiles / about something, / just something… / Never had the chance.

Shipwrecked

Shorelines of a mind / scavenged

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