Biography of David Wood
David was born in London in 1950 and went to several local schools there before moving to Dulwich in 1962. He Attended a Secondary Modern School, as it was known at the time, until he was 17 and left school with nothing much to write about apart from an English and Art GCE ‘O’ level.
He has been a civil servant, assistant shepherd, construction plant fitter until all his tools were stolen. Unemployed in 1995, he enrolled at Thames Valley University in Slough to take a Higher National Certificate in Business & Finance which he passed with a Merit award and went on to take a B.A. Business Studies which he was awarded in 2000. He had part-time work during this period as a purchase ledger clerk, accounts assistant and when he was awarded a Bachelor of Arts degree in Business in 2000 he was promoted to accountant.
In 2003 he met his wife, Tina, who had several medical problems, which prevented him from working, and became her full-time carer living in Slough, Berkshire. They moved to Swansea in Wales in 2011 to live out their lives near the coast and the Gower peninsular. They had nine happy years until after a month in hospital she died in April 2012 nine months after moving to Swansea.
David is a writer of the English, or Shakesperean sonnet. He has produced 3 booklets, The Gower and Selected Poems, which he dedicated to Tina which she was able to read before she died, Moonlight and Selected Poems and The Sonnets Part One. His poems have been included in the South Wales Evening Post and his booklets are in several libraries, he also gives talks on poetry in Swansea. He lives alone with Clara, a yellow Labrador, in Swansea taking her for walks around a lake and along Swansea Bay and the Gower peninsular.
David Wood's Works:
The Gower & Selected Poems
Moonlight & Selected Poems
The Sonnets Part One
David Wood Poems
Bluebells carpet the woodland floor Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe Softly and quietly between them. Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
Sonnet 88: Trees
There is never a sight more beautiful Or so amazing than that of a tree, In summer with branches and leaves so full With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
The week after the funeral the house was cleared Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off, The polished sideboard and dining room table, The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
Married villages emptied to the call. Young single men from well-worn towns Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki. They changed their hob nailed working boots
Cherry blossom fell like confetti In the wind, but there was no bride Or groom only a pair of robins On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
The life we had was all we had And the life we had was ours The love we had was all we had
I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie My silver charm waits upon your desire As I stand and wait patiently for you.
Sitting on the bed they once shared The old man opened an old shoe box He kept on the wardrobe floor. Inside were the memories of a
Autumn prepares the earth for the cold of winter The warmth of the summer sun has gone Now chill winds blow autumn leaves from trees Making a patchwork quilt on woodland paths.
Ode to the Golden Daffodil
Daffodils in their twilight fade As May begins to shine Their fragrance lost for another year, A display both delicate and fine.
Of Golden Leaves
‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart Since it slowed to a miniscule beat To see with my eyes the face of the world And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
The girl with the pearl earring
What was she thinking, sitting there? Her blue and gold head scarf hanging Down her back, that pearl earring, those Bright red lips drawn slightly apart.
As The River Flows Along
The field was dotted with them, Hay bales stacked high on high With field mice and shrews making hay Running and playing between the bales
Sonnet 87: Ode to spring
We wander aimlessly down a country lane Springtime daffodils perfume fills the air And holding hands with my sweetheart again As a couple we make an enchanting pair.
Oh, what fair beauty to behold
Your colour so bright, so bold.
Rising in the early morn
Resting your head in the mid-day storm.
Even in meadows of the underworld power,
Persephone wandered to pick the flower.