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Hi, I'm Claire, I live in Hampshire in England and have recently returned to writing poetry. I wrote from the age of 13 to 21 and stopped for 16 years. I find poetry a very cathartic way of expressing my emotions and getting in touch with what's happening for me.

I started writing again in December 2005 and write distance collaborations with a friend (posted here under the name Shadow Dancers) and alone.

I write a great deal from my own experience but also try and walk the path of others to write from different perspectives.

I hope you enjoy reading my work and would love to hear from you. I love this site and appreciate the opportunity to read so many wonderful pieces, sometime I'm so blown away I forget to leave a comment (sorry). Thank you to everyone for sharing your work, I feel really honoured.

If you'd like to chat you can reach me on C-C-C-@hotmail.co.uk (Please don't miss that last hyphen!)

I am also honoured to be one of the great Ted E Bare's princesses (Thanks Ted) allpoetry.com/poet/Ted%20E%20Bare

Life's a journey - Travel well

Claire

Poet friends of mine are
Shadowraith - my mentor and friend (to whom I owe so very much)
Shadow Dancers - collaborations with Steve
Hidden Girl - such wise and moving words
Lady Writer - Her work is amazing
Silent Poetess - wonderful work
Wordsick - excellent stuff, check it out

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

FERN HILL - Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.