David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|2.||The Premonition -new-||2/16/2017|
|3.||The Witch Of Dreams -new-||2/18/2017|
|4.||Sleeping & Waking||12/17/2016|
|5.||Two To Choose||12/18/2016|
|7.||The Christmas Gift||12/20/2016|
|8.||The Devil's Crew||12/23/2016|
|9.||Just For Christmas||12/24/2016|
|10.||The Demon Fish||12/27/2016|
|12.||The Angel Of Lygon Street||12/30/2016|
|15.||The Attic Room||1/9/2017|
|17.||The Witch Of The Morning||1/12/2017|
|19.||The Schoolyard Flirt||1/16/2017|
|20.||The House The Cleric Built||1/19/2017|
|22.||The Castle Bleak||1/21/2017|
|24.||The Green Room||1/29/2017|
|26.||The Old Man's Muse||2/3/2017|
|27.||The Dancing Girl||2/4/2017|
|29.||The One-Eyed Witch||11/28/2016|
|32.||The Second-Hand Gown||12/24/2015|
|33.||Poor Robin -new-||2/10/2017|
|34.||The Black Bus -new-||2/12/2017|
|35.||The House In The Lane||11/4/2015|
|36.||A Question Of Faith||11/10/2015|
|38.||The Abbot's Loft||11/13/2015|
|39.||The Poetry Barn||11/22/2015|
|40.||Into The Light||11/22/2015|
Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
Sink Or Swim
The sea of storms came in
To batter our barley coast,
I was determined to sink or swim,
You to be drowned, and lost.
The lightning struck at our moorings,
The thunder silenced our needs,
The wind howled out our candles
And darkness caught at our creed.