Martin Worster


Sudden sunlight drops a thin layer of white over the
World where I sit.
It’s just a few photons thick but is enough to be a
whetstone to my sight,
Enough to make the pond a glittering mass of precious
And the flowering Magnolia a mass of bright white flames.
Enough to etch sharp shadows from those bone-white
birch trees,
And make the impossibility of forever bring tears

With a life spent moving between jobs in education
and development work, and moving between countries
in Europe and Africa, Martin currently lives on the
western flank of the Malvern Hills in Worcestershire.
He has written both poetry and song lyrics somewhat
sporadically for several decades now and has been
published in a range of periodicals and magazines.