Welcome to
Hugh Loxdale's 
Poetry

Slender companion of the arching winds, How stiff you ride the truculent gale On long wings; How you glide Just above the water’s grasp,...

The Blackbird, In jettest black Who, six months prior, Thrilled the Spring skies With its matchless voice, Now lies stilled In the mouth...

Two fat Wood-Pigeons On the lawn Feed hurriedly Trying fast To gain another ounce Ever wary Of men with guns Ready to blast, Or the cat...

My love sits at the breakfast table Reading her newspaper through, Eating strawberries one by one As I frame a rhyme or two. And suddenly...