“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings:
it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.”
— William Wordsworth

Poetry by The H Word

‘A place to stand, a lever’ by Ankh Spice

And what better way to celebrate World Poetry Day than sharing one of my favourite poets from the other side of the world, Ankh Spice. I am sharing ‘A place to stand, a lever’ from Ankh’s first full-length collection, The Water Engine, published by Femme Salve Books in 2021. Enjoy!

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Happy World Poetry Day!

Happy World Poetry Day! Sharing ‘Seal’ by Mandy Haggith from Why the Sky is Far Away to celebrate the launch of her new collection, Briny, published by Red Squirrel Press

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Friday’s Commute

The passing glare of headlights Is interrupted, through the side Window flames lick the horizon Like dragon’s breath has set alight That perfect point where land meets sky And it is beauty, breath-taking, Enough to make you want to stop And pay attention. A new day is dawning. You should celebrate, do something Significant, mark…

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Christmas Eve

This night, I lay worry down,slip out of stress, let it poolbehind. The hush of sleepfrom little ones, gentle breaths,pillowed heads dream of magic,spells weave weblike until spunhope, silk-thin, compels belieffrom all of us. ~The H Word~

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Fear Not My Darling

We wait together, you and I as night falls, light dies, extinguished day’s death never grieves us illuminated in moon’s torchlight we navigate night’s crippling darkness find shelter in its blank canvas and feast on fear, you and I swallow bitter disappointment until satisfied enough to try again. ~The H Word~

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Slipping Through the Cracks

How much more can we possibly take?Before this life we have built will cometumbling down. Our homes made with love,gentle hands, how can they withstandall that’s expected of us? Our collectivestress evident on every street, in the facesof strangers and those that we love. Thecrumbling has already begun. Dust cloudsaround our feet as we trudge…

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