David Wood

Rookie - 111 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Biography of David Wood

David Wood poet

Early life:
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.

Middle history:
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.

Later life:
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

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Dead of Winter

White feathery frosts of ice on grass
And trees. Heavy frigid breaths do pass,
With blustery icy cold wind on your face.
Damp paths and wet cold roads trace
A pattern and icicles hang from gutters.

Mist swirls around wispy folds unwinds
And forms cold clumps of foggy binds
Like some super glue in low lying lands,

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