Author: Jude Compson

Poetry Corner

I know a place

Jude Compson

I know a place where wildflowers dare to grow with purpose and candidly bare their sweetness to a host of keen bees. The heady scent borne on a light breeze offers up a most sumptuous fayre. Carve out the time to stand and to stare and drink in the beauty, beyond compare so precious and […]

Poetry Corner

The colour of dreams

Jude Compson

Dream:White. A room, a cavernous chamber and a corona of towering, milk-white alabaster columns, rising from a carpet of snowy cloud. A white-noise subliminal soundscape, barely-discernible Mahalia Jackson/Enya mix-tape. Such radiance! A just-audible gasp escapes from slumbering lips. It was heaven.   Dream:Blue. Fishing for guppies on the South China Seas. A miniature craft thrown […]