LAMENT OF THE COMELY LASS. A poem by Ann Wilson

Behold, the dark night cometh
It bringeth silver shadows.
'Twas such a night,
when first we met,
In sweetest moonlit meadows.

Thou kissed my hand so gently,
what maiden could resist?
Thy touch was soft as gossamer,
on this first lover's tryst.

We lay amongst the daises
in dappled moonlight's glow.
My virgin modesty is lost,
'twas o'er eight months ago.

Heavy now, with child am I,
this gown doth hide my plight.
But thou hast left me all alone.
I am a sinner, in God's sight.

So flee I must, to bear my child,
To a convent, goeth I.
My first-born child, to see no more;
'Tis my fate now, ere I die.

THE PIANIST. A poem by Ann Wilson

This poem was written well before the smoking ban in pubs and bars etc!


I play for no one in particular
but I still play on and on.
Once I filled a massive theatre
but those halcyon days are gone.

In those days of glory
all the classics were my pride.
But I lost the gift I treasured
when you were taken from my side.

Without you here beside me
this great gift has all but faded.
Now I play in smoke-filled bars
and my thoughts are always jaded.

Now this hazy bar is empty
but still I choose to stay.
Whilst the phantoms of an audience
come out to here me play.

WOMAN IN RED. A poem by Ann Wilson

Why are you so sad
Pretty woman in red.
Your eyes stained with tears
Was it something he said?

Your head in your hands
Full of grief and despair.
Did he say he was leaving
That he didn't care?

You say life is pointless
If he's not with you.
But hold on my darling
Your dreams can come true.

You are still young
And you are worth more.
Sometimes the right man
Is worth waiting for.

I remember these words
That my mother said
When I was that girl
A pretty woman in red.

FOREVER FRIENDS. A poem by Ann Wilson

He sweetly scampers across my bed,
such a welcome visitor on my wall.
In so many nooks and crannies,
my friendly spider likes to crawl.

Sometimes I'll find him in my shoe,
or he'll be snuggling in my bath.
It's his way of saying "how do ya do?"
He makes me happy, makes me laugh.

He'll be lurking round the U-bend,
just as I sit down on my loo.
But as I said before, my friend,
he's only saying "how do ya do?"

This beautiful, hairy creature,
he just wants to share my home.
And with his extended family,
I know I'll never be alone.

So if you find a hairy spider

Please just let him be.

He'll catch those nasty, buzzing  flies 

And eat them for his tea!