Biography of Hermione Femalton
Hermione Femalton Poems
Her clothes are ripped and torn,
She sheltered under door-ways;
Weary and forlorn.
When life feels like death,
Happiness is nothing;
When nothing gives you breath.
You're feeling so exposed.
Now you're gone, they don't need you;
You have been disposed.
No-one caught you when you fell,
Now you're poisoning relationships
With the lies you tell.
By a closing door,
She said his name, she smiled at him
And left him wanting more.
Woods In All Seasons
The sun shines down, through the trees,
The blooming flowers, lush, green leaves,
Peaceful quiet, wasps and bees,
Dappled light, the sunmmer sees.
The leaves once green, now are brown,
Drifting slowly, slowly down,
Nuts are stores, blue-tits call,
The changing colours of the fall.