Combe Down

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

A beautiful painting

Then and now to recall

Without context

But no amount of bitterness dries the colour

No sound can sap the shade

And set in my head

That image of coming home to love

In a sun drenched and light soaked city

The warmth from windowpanes

Sheen of the western sun

Marble stones and marble statues

Will never fully leave me.

A more personal poem, about an old set of memories. All the best.

By J.W.H Hobbs.

Recent Posts

See All

One Step

Not one step back. “Withdraw, then return” and “no backward step” are two pretty great quotes juxtaposed, then interspersed within The Horus Heresy series. Applied to war, but also the self. Never sur

Wallpaper

There is a constant chaos Realising a little late But with much worth Sharing time And the Very long Then little later Minutes of shared space In a shared space Is the wallpaper of relationships.

The Sit Down

If I’m being entirely honest, sitting down for a big project is a little disconcerting. Novels don’t write themselves. There is a bit of “what am I doing here”. Poetry, in contrast I’ve always find

Comments