Welcome to
Hugh Loxdale's 
Poetry

Land of our birth, The beautiful blue-green Earth, Floating like a jewel in dark endless space, But to us, our home, our heavenly place....

Though sad at learning that her marks were poor, She stood like a storm-tossed ship in treacherous seas, Whilst tears filled up in those...

I saw a Sparrowhawk flying low, A fitful presence, a grey shadow, Perhaps glimpsed also by the Kite That circled overhead in majestic...

So that’s what you look like, So that’s where you are. Indeed you are unworldly, Surrealistic almost, but truly a star… In your large...

It is all beauty and no smell, Like the Venus de Milo, All heaven and no hell… A dominance in the room It assumes… Yet it lacks, like the...

I beheld the evenings are getting lighter, Around six in the western sky, The air temperature is warmer, The Aconites yellow and shy. The...

We climbed the zigzag mountain, Aiming high for the top, Never once did we look back, Never once did we stop. Along rides through thorns...

Coots in their dark black suits drift up and down the fast flowing river in the rain. Never once do they complain at the vagaries of the...

What happened to the 'Clarendon' Along that lone and ghastly shore As the gale blew her up the Channel And through the rigging tore…. She...

As the sea rocks up and down On the empty shore, Below the little sandy cliffs; As my wife rocks to and fro In her white, knotted hammock...

The golden path to the sunset Lasts a little while, Stretching from the lapping waves To the horizon – to oblivion. Should we, like so...

It says something Of the nature of the mind That you can accept this Almost as a rhyme… The slapping of the waves On the open beach, The...

Lovers’ Beach, northernmost Point of this greenest of jewels, Is beyond the reach of all, Save but the most passionate soul Who will bare...

Today at Cades Bay, I sit and watch Waiting for something to happen As I stare out Across the tranquil blue sea. That stretches,...

Across this land, Ever dear, Pretty England.... The great scar proceeds; The slug trail of cement And ashen grey, Relentless in its...

You seem tired… And your blue eyes Are almost shut On the busy trail. You doze Whilst a heavy head rocks Gently in the sway Beyond the...

The Jogger jogs on through the rain, Despite the anguish, or her pain, Through the park with autumn tints, Ever onward, she tireless...

I spied my love beachcombing Down at the ocean’s edge, Her golden hair a glowing As was her last made pledge… To find some Ship’s...

Wales ‑ to where I now return each year. A yearning, a persistent desire That never fails To call me back. Land of my grandmother and her...

Six white Swans in grace Upon the mirrored Ammersee*, They swim in line in ordered pace, Serene and with dignity. Who is the parent, who...