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Born to British Parents working in Nigeria, the family moved back to UK when I was only 6 weeks old. Have written poetry for as long as I could hold a pen and songs for about 8 years. I am into traditional music and song, am a member of Cornwall songwriters, play the celtic harp, violin, tenor banjo, penny and low d whistle and the irish drum, the bodhran. I am married with 2 daughters aged 24 and... more »
Lucy Burrow Poems
When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!... more »
Bravest men we hailed them then
England sent her finest men
The war to end all wars to fight
A cause each one believed was right... more »
'Voice of a Wildebeast? ' she said......
She sort of spat it out
Mockingly
Her lined brow furrowed... more »
I’m the tree on the battlefield – a pitiful sight
I watch as the bullets fly to left and to right
I’m the tree that’s watched blood flow from every man’s heart
I’m the tree on the battlefield, half...... more »
Daylight's twinkling eye now firmly shuts
And busy bird's nestmaking labours still.
Now all the land takes diff'rent hues of night
And hungry owl-call tones are heard to shrill;... more »
Summer is coming I hear the wind whisper
Tales of new seasons now waltz in the breeze
Daffodils dancing and bluebells are waking
And new leaves are sprigging on every tree... more »
Mother Earth she tends and keeps me on the path that’s right and true
Sends me blossoms soft as satin painted each and ev’ry hue
Tall Oaks and Ash and Willow, Elders, Chestnut and the Thorn
These, ...... more »
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Voice In The Wilderness
'Voice of a Wildebeast? ' she said......
She sort of spat it out
Mockingly
Her lined brow furrowed
In tightly ploughed lines.
'Voice of a Wildebeast! - Ha!
Now I wonder what that sounds like? '
She screwed her face
Contorted
Then, from the belly
Deep and booming
She repeated herself, amused.....
'Voice of a Wildebeast'
There seemed a moment of total clarity
Her eyes bright
With the same humour
I once loved in her.
I stood quiet
And looked unblinkingly at her satire
Waving sinewy hands
Like horns
Above her nodding head
Her ...
Lucy is a traditionalist, but that is not an insult. Her works display a highly disciplined approach and can be imformative and humourous at the same time. Do not reject Lucy because she choses to write in a traditional form.