Readers Write A Selection of Poems by Diary Readers Wild Silk


I saw a startled tree today, Its face frozen in delight. Buds, cherry bright, Laughing with birds, beaks Ribbons of colour highlighting spring.


Green bombs burst from their prisons Unfurling the frolic of their leaves, Whilst liquid lambs Dance to the musical air.


Triumphant notes trumpet and wander With windswept intrigue Joining force with freedom, Allowing the disgruntled time to adjust Their key. Unlocking impressions, But sunglasses hide their eyes.


Wrapped in wild silk Fastened by a melody I walk.


Beverley Beck This Land


Introduced to a vast wild out-of-doors from day one I loved the moors. Home from school I could not wait, clothes changed I rushed from garden gate to where I always chose to be, free on the moorland, brave and free. Imagination held me there gripped by space washed clean by air. Phantoms of the wilderness called as I scrambled over granite walls. No fear or danger there I’d see the open moor was all to me. This love affair that seized my life has kept me close for all my life, this land has made me.


Harmonious visions in my mind, impressions of a bygone time. Where e’re I walk, who I so meet, who ever in my life I greet, shall know This land has made me.


Wendy I. Yelland Silent Dancer


The Silent Dancer lays peacefully amongst the humble music of nature. The forest moves around her, slowly choreographing her every move. Too afraid to come into the human world of noise and pollution, The Silent Dancer will always stay, unnerved, undisturbed, unseen and unheard... :


Faith 6


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