Category Archives: Maureen Weldon

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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