Hannah Headden’s poetry

Hannah Headden, one of Beth’s granddaughters, has taken up the mantle and is composing her own poetry.

Here are two of her recent poems.

Vase

My heart is a vase holding flowers
Bunched and blooming,
One for each time you say my name
With the breathless delight of
A child revealing the secret
To his favourite magic trick.

 

Slumber

You are like a Summer’s evening
Rich in promise, with
Soft invitations to lie
Awake through the sun’s
Reluctant slumber and
Syrup black nights.

I’ll lie half-eyed, gaze swimming
With potent room shapes
And wavering spirits,
Drowning gladly
Under your heat and sighs.