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Wicker Basket

Posted on September 19, 2010 by Ruth Weal

One day I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticed that my lips were cracked and chapped, I had dark circles under the eyes and ink stained finger tips.  This poem just sort of popped into my head … Continue reading →

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Daughter in the Sky

Posted on September 19, 2010 by Ruth Weal
Daughter in the sky

The Chap in the pic is my Dad, the building is the 14th Century Tower of the St Michael Monastery on Glastonbury Tor and the daughter in the sky is….yep you guessed it – me! My Dad and I took … Continue reading →

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Why Write

Posted on September 18, 2010 by Ruth Weal

I have often wondered what drives a person to write, and more to the point, why I write.  On occasion I have examined my need to write in my own poetry and prose.  ”Why Write” came about not long after … Continue reading →

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What I Want

Posted on September 18, 2010 by Ruth Weal

This poem was written at a time when I realised I couldn’t have the man that I was in love with, but also that I wasn’t sure that I’d ever meet someone who would be able to accept me for … Continue reading →

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Open

Posted on September 18, 2010 by Ruth Weal

This piece of prose is about how we often don’t see the possibilities within our own actions, both positive and negative. I had this idea of a conversation between a wise old man and a youth, which examines the discussion … Continue reading →

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