David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,848 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. The Wheels Of Time 6/7/2017
1042. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
1043. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
1044. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
1045. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
1046. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
1047. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
1048. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
1049. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
1050. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
1051. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
1052. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
1053. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
1054. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
1055. The Witch Of Dreams 2/18/2017
1056. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
1057. The Witch Of The Morning 1/12/2017
1058. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
1059. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
1060. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
1061. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
1062. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
1063. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
1064. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
1065. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
1066. The Woman I Didn't Know 2/28/2017
1067. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
1068. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
1069. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
1070. The Word 5/9/2015
1071. The World Outside 3/22/2014
1072. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
1073. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
1074. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
1075. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
1076. This Is Where Reason Stops! 4/7/2014
1077. Threatening Rain 1/9/2015
1078. Three Ships... 11/2/2008
1079. Three Starlings 10/4/2005
1080. Thy Will Be Done! 8/15/2009
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

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 ...

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The Painting

The painting sat in an old junk shop
At the far end of The Strand,
It caught my eye and it made me stop
Though the subject wasn't grand.
A woman stood in a window frame
And she stared out at the street,
The pavement there was of cobblestones
And the whole thing was, well, neat!

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