Category Archives: Maureen Weldon

Tanka from Wales

tonight a full moon furiously beautiful over the estuary a past life by Maureen Weldon (Wales) Blithe Spirit,  Vol.  31,  No. 1, February 2021       shining deep in cyber space a haiku blog… I listen for waves between words by Paul Beech (Wales)  Temple, The … Continue reading

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Daily Double Haiku: May 29, 2022

reading your work I slip  into your skin   by Maureen Weldon (Wales) Bloo Outlier Journal, 2020

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Poetry by Maureen Weldon

HE TELLS HER by Maureen Weldon   She lives her life in boxes, or signed on the bottom line.   The in-laws the rotten husband, and jam making.   And the child – that joy – the child.   Then … Continue reading

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Free Verse by Maureen Weldon

  THE PAST   I have left the past, or so I thought; yet it sits in every corner, sits on my back.   Sometimes the long garden with a hammock to swing in, to laze in, near the sweet … Continue reading

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Poem by Maureen Weldon

AND I DON’T KNOW WHY Somehow I’ve ended up here and I don’t know why I’ve ended up here but I’ve ended up here.   Somehow I met you and I know how that was meeting you.   I crossed … Continue reading

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Poem by Maureen Weldon

RHYDYMWYN Yesterday was a walking day, in a Welsh Valley – whispers past an ice age. We wandered to the wetland where teasel flowers live: nesting boxes for sand martins: big sandy cylinders on poles; a sort of porch, an … Continue reading

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Free Verse by Maureen Weldon

RING Having sold it for more than it was worth –   I bought a ticket – Return Day Dublin.   On the way home, laughing into my drink.   Third finger left hand for a moment so grand.   … Continue reading

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Free Verse by Maureen Weldon

MIDNIGHT ROBIN While the sky shimmers like shot silk, chimneypots a toothy smile, I count the pots, 1 2 3 4 5.   On my kitchen table, sheets and sheets of screwed up poems, I will flatten them tomorrow for … Continue reading

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Free Verse by Maureen Weldon

SINK AND THE GREAT HOUSE   ‘My poor hands, red and rough,’ this is what Sink hears as the greasy-spiky water sloshes, scullery maid scrubs with gentle precision porcelain plates, cups, saucers, jugs …   On freezing five o’clock mornings Sink feels … Continue reading

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Friday Surprise: A Poem by Maureen Weldon

THE EMPTY CITY No city, just rubble. Soldiers in black play hide-and-seek, We are East, West, North, South, they shout. So we packed him away, our precious boy, our precious child; packed him away for a better life in a … Continue reading

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