Kirsty Woodward : Writing

Eerie.

Eerie.

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


Ghost in the waters leaking taps envelopes strewn all over the floor.
Cemetery

Cemetery

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I don't know Maybe humans aren't so bad after all White trees White candles Glass boxes and death.
Bits, Bobs And Britain

Bits, Bobs And Britain

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


golden gates surround creativity silver soldiers marching moving in on open minds words used as weapons shots fired left right and centre so..
Speechless

Speechless

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


Who'd have thoughtsometimes as writers we struggle to find the words.
Black Spiders

Black Spiders

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


anxiety came in with the tide no point staring at the moon and wondering why poured myself a drink and thought about your eyes.
Watching The World Go By

Watching The World Go By

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


I had a conversation with a mantodayI don't converse oftenbut hedrew me in with his wordshe set my heart at easeand Ididn't detest the world as much a..
Luck

Luck

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


birdcage
Lost Poem

Lost Poem

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


You'll wake up one day In a pleasant mood Having looked out the window And liking what you see Not loving Merely liking And you'll roll ou..
Skin Crawlers

Skin Crawlers

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


you should smile more, he said in his crisp white shirt buttoned over a vest more money in the bank than hairs on his chest I mock you, my dear..