The Well of Words

 The Well of Words 

See that

Down that big black hole?

No, I don’t see anything .

I strain my eyes, peering into the darkness

Here, use this

Says the faceless voice

A large magnifying glass

Is thrust into my hand

Look again

Ahhh right, yes I see now

And there it is

My first self published poetry book

Swallowed by a vast deep well 

Along with thousands of other books 

My heart sinks a little 

What’s the point!

The point, says the voice,

Is that your words are captured forever 

One day, someone may lower a hand 

into the darkness down 

And pull my words up into the light 

Joanne C Hicks copyright ©️ 12/7/26

Pembrokeshire Poet 

Fragility of life

Fragility of Life

The glass you hold in your hand

Has a fragility about it

Unlike us humans 

It’s completely transparent 

But like us 

There is a need to handle with care

An accidental knock 

And the glass can crack or chip

As the glass tumbles to the floor

We know its fate 

But unlike the glass 

When we feel like we are in pieces 

We can heal 

A cracked glass can still hold water

A broken heart can be mended

Those shattered pieces 

Can be gathered up 

Made into a beautiful mosaic

Admired by many 

Like the chipped glass 

We can still fulfil our purpose 

Joanne C Hicks 12/7/2026 copyright ©️ 

Pembrokeshire Poet

Hope is all we have

Hope Is All We Have

I twisted my fingers tighter
The pain of holding on…..
Cuts through every inch of my flesh

I tighten my grip
Can’t let go

I must hold on
I breathe - filling my lungs

That invisible force
Gives me strength 

I realise the thread I’m gripping
It’s thickening 

I loosen my grip a little
Relief washes over me 

Every moment I hold on
The thread becomes stronger 

When all you see is darkness
Then all you have is hope

Hold on to it

It will grow

Always there
And sometimes …..
It’s all we have 

Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet 14/10/2024