David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Biography of David Wood
- Things To Get - Sonnet
- Innocence – Terza Rima
- I Walk On Alone - Roundel
- She Was Beauty Rare - Roundel
- Waiting By The Window
- The Awakening
- Twilight (Triolet)
- Where The Wildflowers Bloom (Villanelle)
- Gardening (Tyburn)
- Walking In The Rain (Terza Rima)
- Waterfall (Terza Rima)
- Public Toilets (Tyburn)
- Ode To Spring (Villanelle)
- Wandering As A Cloud - Analogy (Quatrain...
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
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
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.
I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie My silver charm waits upon your desire As I stand and wait patiently for you.
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.
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.
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.
The life we had was all we had And the life we had was ours The love we had was all we had
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.
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 leaves begin to gently fall As summer just fades away And blackberries from the hedgerow Make a feast at the end of summer ball.
That glowing orb of yellow daffodil Darkening from yellow to orange glow From the west faint embers that thrill A shimmering breeze that dips below
Mottled green, grey, yellow and brown
Dot the rugged landscape down.
Houses, farms and hamlets abound.
Blackbirds, thrushes and ravens sound.
Sheep in pastures green surround
Heathland, scrub and meadow land.