This site features six poems by English writer Richard Wonnacott. Some are taken from published volumes like Adam’s Apocrypha and Eeeny, Minnie, Molly, others have been published in magazines including New Welsh Review. Others are - as yet - unpublished.
Each is read by a different reader. Click on the links below to hear the poems. Click here to contact Richard.
There is a leaden oyster-coloured stone.
It is a man's soul.
I am folded up, a little buttercup
in the yellowing leaves of a torn book's griefs
You tell me of your typical day, its colour and its richness and envy is a stiletto in me.
Oh happy gun!
Unpublished poem
New to site
Horny yet forspent we muddle through
all at fours and at fives.
Published in
Poetry and Audience
I want all done by the sharp end.
I have to get off the team, I hate the team.
Unpublished poem
