Jayne Downing Poems
- Bermuda Triangle Mevagissey twinkles illusive ‘cross the ...
- Start, Stop, Start. Brush of a touch, Hint of a ...
- Plastic Girl I’m the girl With the curly whirly hair
- Fast Lane Rush, push, punch to make it to the top You know ...
- Misreadings She doesn’t mean it Her voice is hollow and ...
- Things That Are Left When something is left it loses its ...
- Not In My Day I wake up and you are not in my day For a ...
I was born in the Midlands and have ALWAYS enjoyed writing. The first poem I can remember writing was at the age of seven, about a mouse on the kitchen floor - 'playing on squares red and yellow'.....
'then he went back to his den, and stayed there as quiet as a hen'! ! ! ! ! That's all I can remember - I have since learned that hens are NOT quiet and that there are other words that rhyme ... more »
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Mevagissey twinkles illusive ‘cross the drowsy bay
The air is full of Brigadoon
And you were always only halfway here
But now you’ve gone, disappeared complete.
The lost island that no one ever quite could reach
The distant shore bountiful, replete
That disappears before the anchor touches sand
Bermuda triangle en suite
Lights grow dim and start to fade in the light of day
A dusting of dawn sprinkles o’er the moon
Your words were always constantly sincere
You told the truth beyond hopes we couldn’t quite delete
The sunken boat that floundered near an ...