Tuesday, 18 September 2018

'The Curtain Twitchers of Oakley Place' is now available on Kindle for 99p and £6.99 in paperback  on Amazon, Foyles, Waterstones and all online book sites. The book is currently being adapted for film. All sales and royalties from the book are being donated to help the Homeless in the UK, USA and Globally.

The following poem and illustration is taken from my poetry collection, titled 'A Universe of Love'. This is now available on Amazon, Waterstones, Foyles and all online sites.



Monday, 30 April 2018

The Weaver


Each thread taught
Wound and bound
Intertwined and woven.
Like webs of silken
Splendour, spun silently
In hands so tender.

Her breath rasps
Slow, as row on row
This vision of beauty
Starts to flow
The loom lags long
In dark seclusion
Her hands so red, and swollen
Bruised and broken
On arms that hang
As heavy as lead

Beautiful silks
Spun gold and flowing
Sold for morethan 
She is fed
While you adorned
In silken splendour
She lies now to
Weave no more.
Amongst the dead.

Copyright©2015 Deborah M. Hodgetts

The Only Home I know


Dusty doorways, hid from view.
Sheltering under starry skies.
Wrapped in thrown out blankets,
found in the trash.
Looking in dustbins, for scraps of food
This is far from the life I led.
Far from the opulent heady days
Those days when a warm bed
and being fed, were overrated and understated.
When mass media was my daily bread.
But here I am know destitute, past refute
Rebutted and undone.
Nights of abuse, misused by lost youth
Frozen most nights, fearful thoughts
Longing for the great life I once led.
And I watch each passing stranger.
Hoping that one will be my saviour
Lifting me from daily danger.
Giving me a chance to sleep
And return to the life I once led
Happily sleeping in a nice warm bed.


Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts

No Reason

No Reason

Speak to me, with eyes
wetted with tears.
Emotions hidden, amidst
tinder’s of a burnt out shell.

Devoid - of - reason.

Hope circles, like a coin spinning.
Dusty reminders, of happier
carefree days.
Silence draped on bones, once
strong and magnificent.
Now just a fragment
of yesterday.

Copyright©2016 Deborah M. Hodgetts