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Bromley Hills (haikus)

The quaint Bromley Hills,

in winter, what a huge thrill?

Houses from viewpoint.


Sitting at a slope.

On a bench in old Newstead,

where I used to live.


The quaint Bromley Hills,

Brilliant blue skies blazing,

after winter rain.


No forceful fierce wind

nor pitiful pouring rain

can harm those quaint hills.


Imprisoning mind,

a joy never more confined,

when watching those hills.


In winter, whistling wind

of deepest mourning cry.

I hear lullabies.


On these hills happy,

winter’s buoyant crazy love,

echoes every day.


Thrilling  magic sky.

The joy of being alive.

By those Bromley Hills

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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