Authorz: David Taylor

The small lake seated at the top of the mountain, what is there? Few climb the steep slopes with hope, to drink the highest water,…

Sweet Snowdrop; you reached up to the sky through winter’s snow, and now you have bloomed you gently bow your head to earth. What did…

In the starlight we kissed heaven, in the noonday sun we lay; baring all our heart’s intentions never fearing what we’d say, you stooped to…

Seeping like early morning mist Across a vale of grey-green bliss. Over crumbling fallen scree Around the bare leafed chestnut tree. And where the tall…

Let the rain drops be empty and the wind devoid of air. Let the mountains be flat and rivers flow backwards to a crack in…

I feel shut off, locked in, separated (dark alone perilous). The woods call with soft green tones, the sky yearns above, blue-grey, as the clouds…

Sweetness is on your lips like honey flavoured early morning dew. And your eyes have a depth of blue that even deepest oceans cannot match…

Looking out over rolling fields across the village roofs and steeple spires towards the verdant distant hills (standing high and seated still). Where I had…

My friend wrote such a gentle poem so full of love, wisdom and hope; it did not shout out loud or glare, and nor does…

These travels far and near they do persist (in body or in mind no matter which); the sun will surely rise at every dawn, night’s…

There was nothing, and before there was nothing (without a before, as there was nothing after), there was not nothing nor was there anything else;…

What pales this face with sickly hue, draws a veil across the light makes flowing limbs seem leaden like; tis if a ghost of night…

The wood was thick with rotting corpses lying amidst the leaves of an eternal autumn. The clear sky above touched the land with its unmoving…

I once knew a man called Pelican Jim and everyone liked to make fun of him. They asked if he stood on one leg when…

I’ve never seen a dead body, dead animals yes, a fox lying in the road, twisted flesh, broken bone; the hedgehog which this time did…

His white snowy hair sparsely covered his brow within which shined a moonlike glow; and his sunken, far distant eyes, sparkled like shards of stardust.…

Time and Time Again Christmas always came too slow and then it seemed to swiftly go. Years were so long and seldom passed and now…

It’s arrived at your door and rings the bell, as you stroll down the hallway thinking “at this hour, what the hell?” Quickly it rings…

Today there is a warmth in the air not felt since the leaves were green and your eyes shone with adoration, could spring finally return…

Recently flashbacks of past memories of innocence persist: The cool breeze through a window (with wispy netted lace) when I lay in childhood on a…