http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jeremy%20Wyatt The original writings of author Jeremy Wyatt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043713 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Warm as soil beneath spring sunbanishing memories of januarys frosttime has not dulled your lightmy skin healsmy scars soften your flowers bloom again each springas nesting birds begin to singRoses grow within you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1490783/ We drifted through the grey stones, Looking left. Looking right. Always looking wrong. 43 women with your name lie here, amongst the trim green grass and dried, bunched flowers. 43 women who shared your name..... Do you all begin to blur in memories, as time b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1402185/ Flying bloom to bloom,but no mere dance this faultless path.You favour puple,so it seems. Clover, thistle, orchid, no dream-like drift this bustling march.In each quick kiss no flower touched twice, no frantic frenzy, "keep on, keep on" your gentle buzzing seems to say.Until, push.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1389854/ The thing is Boy, Yes, YES! I did need a shower this morning, and bloody lovely it was.Aye cracking........Let me tell you three things I got just right with my shower this morning.First of it was HOT.Not warm, definitely not lukers, as you said when you where a lad, but bloody lovely and hot.L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1373900/ You carried me,fed me,but no debt I owe.Centuries cradled,King of your dank filth, bearing upon me the power to change a world.And then came the day I raised my eyes to see your nations quail amidst the ruin of your flesh.Perhaps one day again I'll bring to theeHell carried long in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1349396/ Old stones weep in the raintheir darkling gaze unblinkingGlowering with ancient painof distant glories thinkingPreening Lords arrogant in imagined mightwould quail could they perceiveThe majesty of osprey flightTrue rulers still of Threave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1315429/ Fierce falls the rainSummer's spite.Beats down my wheatand steals the light.Like the raging windwhich bends and breaks the treeThe wrath of Amaryllis is to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1314889/ Of all the torments of the northI hold the wind most grimScything the very hope from my hearttears of ice thrown raging backto scour my soul folorn curses fail and falter till mute I quail before its barren ireeye imploring mercyfrom uncaring natures mightare blinded by its savager.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1314359/  She wears the beauty of the morninglike a meadow gently dew-cladsighs of springs fair breezeplay against my cheekas we walk through chalk-rooted meadowsShe hugs the stoneslike a child holds her motherthen departs their grasp smiling eyedWeaving around stonesWeaving between worldsWe are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1225333/ remy wyatt · Mar 24, 2011Cup and RingCup and RingMy rings made in a circlewere carved in summer warmslowly gowing in the rockwhile our child took formso when you leave the heatheror go beyond the seathe carvings carry memoriesof how you came to meWe spent the summer in the hillsthro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1206100/ Build your nests of red bricks and stoneDig your holes and bend the world to your willThe wind carries the scent of your folly to meI may choose to dwell amongst the untrodden waysor perch upon your spired vanitybut cherish not with pride the beloved ways of manfor what you make or take richens my d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1206090/ I am Miss Eluned Cyfeiliog the Warmlonely in my lifemy blue eyes look for distant mountainswhere no choirs or trumpets soundIn Llwnypia I am oppressed by griefAt Mynnydd Du melancholy stalks meI sought the bishops and the holy menbut winter is cold and the ocean greyI loved the forests quiet gladesP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1201609/ The night and Dawn on the day of the battle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1201600/ Aye that's what I'd sayEclipses are good for sunstroke"Do you write left aligned?"Me.....a damn socialist?And here I am againCrawling back to my poetryLike a dog crawls backto lick its own vomitThat was written 1400 years agoThanks GregoryIf You Don't Know Me By Knowbanging out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1198587/ I know the tiresome emptiness off lossWhispered prayers wind around metight as a linen sheetI would rather hear the gale raging through the oakthan hear such wordsI farm a gap in the cloudsMy own father would make fierce accountof how my dreams aged him twenty yearsthough the rocks whisper he was ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1196348/ My joy is worn thin as are my fine clothesI still recall their colourlike the scent of sweet daysA dove might fly to a white housebut what flies to grey and grimForgive me if too long I lingered where the swan glides and poets dreamI would awake and seek a weaver of cloth and wordsand the house.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1196326/ Yesterday the sun shoneI saw shadows on my wallThey opened the blinds for a little whileand took away my shawlThe window was opened just a crackto let some fresh air inbut the smokers gather around the backso fresh air cannot winI dream of gardens warm and sweetof glowing summer skybut yesterday the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1196321/ The sun and moon rise togetherThe morning's herald crows and claps his wingsHe would have you knowthat goats climb cliffs of rock and promontoriesEven when they are as wet as fresh dug gravesHe would tell you that the meek and worn of heartcannot abide long the north-windsand blow like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1110248/ sea-smoothed relic of an ancient summer's daytwo children ran togetherwhile you walked side by sidewatching as they playedamongst birch and marshtwo more tides and you will fade into siltbut I saw your footprints and I saw you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1065352/ There is damp in the earth of Beggars Wellcool soil marks your passingsmiling oaks ease their feetfences are folly where butterflies glide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/1065339/ Beating steady beating fastancient rhythym of Albion's Greendweller in earth and lair and fieldlying close in grey and greenYour tunnels are like winding veinsthat thread this land and never resteternal footsteps mark your pathwrought deeply into Gaia's breast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/993202/ Glancing spirit red-ghost wraithpassing like a feathercarried silent on starlightjewel-eyed mistressfears no Hunter's Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/993195/ I was here amongst the birches when the forest first grew tallA witness to your comingI heard your first loud callI sat and watched you hunting from the tall grass in the mirethen silently I fed my cubs from the ashes of your fireYou can hunt and shoot and trap meYou will never break .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/993192/ I went down to Monmouth faira sword and pistol to buy thereI thought to go a'soldieringfor the gold and glory it would bringI saw a Maiden dark and sweeta Raven played around her feeta gleaming pistol she did holdof fine rosewood and chased with gold"Wear this pistol at your sidea spirit dwells here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/993180/ Mother risesGarlandedGrass-twinedThe world greens and growswith her every strideAgeless youth carves stonewith her finger tipCup and ringSit and singlisten as her heartbeatturns the seasons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/981499/ The Boots You WoreThey looked so tiredresigned to bearing their burdenI wore them so rarelyboxed tissue crinkle still a new suede smellproud to give you what the Army couldn't9 medium free to a lad off to a hard warYou wore them in your emailsmiling stood on his shattered backHe looked lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/976841/ Green carpet rises to greet herforest floor swells sea-likea  wake of new growth marks her trackflowered footprints dance spring through the meadowsGaia rising shapes all things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/814439/ Drying your hairnext to meall the glory I need to seeblue wrapped angel warm and safeyou make our homea blessed place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/814433/ She lies still her eyes so blackconfusion whispers under her breathshe is trying to will the cobwebs awaywhile memories blister dry and fade"Are you my husband?" for the third time this shiftbreathing quietly I stand and speaktell he is long dead and gonehonesty counts when all is said and doneWill .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/814429/ New rose new roadno time to thinkjust stride aheadand wonderat the chancewe tookall from one lookapril showersfeed april flowers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/814395/ Now the rain hammered down And the waters did riseAnd the drunk at the Inn Looked his wife in the eyesThen he looked at his boots Of soft leather so newand he saw her strong back Then he chose what to do"The river is deep and it's running in spateI'll not get a dousing and I'll not be lateSo you'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/767930/ Away from youmy life is hardI'm not completea broken shardbegruding timeit passes slowyou're the placeI yearn to gowhen your feet sound on the stairI feel your warmthI smell your hairthen I knowfor that short timeI'm here with youand life is fine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/767913/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/767909/ A song lyric G Am D C G http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/763976/ The soft green calls quietlylie in me......lie with mehear the burn sing breath and sighas sweet summer waters brush on byThe cold of the winterthe warm hope of Maythe burn that flows steadybringing colour to greySo we'll lie in the grassand we'll sleep in the fernsand we'll join in the song of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/755098/ Catch her if you canbut do you needto marr this beast of grace and speedno call to hurt or bother heron the purple moorleft alone the right to roamthen springtime calls her downto run and boxand come so closeas playful as a clown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/754621/ AffirmationWith you I voyage into placesI never dreamed could existyou journey through my heart and soulhealing my fears and making me wholein ways I didn't know possibleI never realised what it was to love so deeplyso desperately and so completelyand with a depth and compassionthat is so intense th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/754600/ Healing and ChangingI was lost and floating in despair's windnot free like a seed shackeled by lonelinessYou felt me drifting and called me in the freedom of your smilethe warmth of your touchthe passion of the love we shareHealing and changingGaia heals the land as I flowerbeneath your handsYou're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/754590/ Slipstreams of AngelsWithout your smile I cannot flyWithout your touch I cannot crybut beneath your gaze I soar with joyand rising draughts of love draw forththe courage now to love and riseresplendent in the shining skiesand then together we will watchand stretch our hands to try to touchthe passin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/736917/ Angel flies to meDark are my nights when spent aloneLike all the tiresome years now goneSitting and lying in lonelinessBut now the sun has shoneNo time for looking to the pastTomorrow holds the keyFor though the nights alone seem blackMy angel flies to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/732930/ Heart's EaseI would brush away the petals from your faceTo look upon you sleeping in such peaceNot to wake or start your mind to raceJust look at set my own heart's ease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/732924/ GaiaGaia walks the bounds of springshe sets her world to turneight seasons flow and follow herthe wheel for which we yearnThen as each cycle spins anewand spirits wax and wanecomes the thought forever truenew life will come again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/732923/ Poor Wee HarePoor wee Hare at the side of the roaddeid on the side wi yon dirtye should be lain on a bed o flooersas ye faded so awfy hurtA car must have hit ye  span ye roonhis lichts did blin ye gazeye didnae even see yon doomcut doon frae ye free running days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/710639/ Spring's Dreaming Rush Spring's dreaming rush unfolds before my eyesunlooked for light and life's hope all renewedeager shoots that set their faces to the skiesWe strive to climb that bonds may be eschewedWalk hand-in-hand amongst the breathing greenI begin to grow anew in spring's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/704937/ We Saw you Founder We saw your ship  founderwe heard your last callwe paused as she sang and we saw her  head fallher words steer our wings and her songs we still singcrying to her as we circle abovethe wind in our wings remembers your love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/703069/ I Cried to The Birds I sat by the shore for a year and a daywaiting and singing my heart turning greyknowing the thought that you cannot returndims now the flame that between us did burnthe birds cried with anguish and longing regretthe sea sighed and shuddered it cannot forgetmy sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/703061/ Shore of the Sea What do you see on the shore of the seais it faces of those who are gone?Or just the grey skies and powerful liesand the terrible deeds that were doneWhat do you hear on the shore of the seamemories of injustice and wrongs?Carried away by the spume and the spraynow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/703053/ Nesting TimeJackdaws were gathering nest sticks todayexcited with beaks full then flying awaythen  picking the lint that I took from the dryerwith every piece the excitment got higherOh what a beautiful and simple sightthe pleasure they take in the joy of their flightEach of their sticks and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/703049/ I burned myself again the other nightGlowing red bright in the darksaw it whilst walking to the bridge over the riverhoping that the tide was ina cigarette flung from a car was tumbling I picked it up and stubbed it out on my thumbgood pain she was so down and cryingI needed to hurt myself then pret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/702658/ You Opened My HeartLong years nailed shutsoul crushed coffin tightI dared not to dreamthat my heart could take flightDesires were relinquishedall my hopes became fearsI was crawling through glassfor grey year after yearBut your light found a wayto get in through the cracksand the moon that was wanin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremy-Wyatt/702062/