Words by A Wensley

Grow, Growing, Grown Your small hand in mine I walked you to school daily, gaily, Bright red cardigan, grey pinafore Shiny black shoes and white socks. Your time to grow. In a navy blazer paired with a grey pleated skirt (Max 10cm above the knee), I sent you off to secondary House tie, blue blouse and grey socks Growing, growing, gone. You get to wear a short skirt now With a denim jacket  and any top you fancy. Your hands are still small But they're holding someone else's. A Wensley 26.02.2026

Leader I'm wondering who made you Leader, You who had the patriarchal balls to say "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" When a woman asked for justice, for the sexually abused. I'm wondering who made you Leader, You who had the ice-cold dominance to call a Mother A "domestic terrorist", "no angel", When a woman loved thy neighbour, to death. I'm wondering who made you Leader, You who had the conclusive transparency to say It was your staff who were at fault,  When a woman, and her husband, were racially abused. I wonder who'll make you Leader, I wonder who'll make you Leader. A Wensley 8.02.2026

 The Peace Paradox of Kalaallit Nunaat In Primary School in the Western world we learn the names of continents and our countries are marked out with lolly-stick flags stuck together with pva glue. We are taught to pin our dreams safely to soft, cork-boarded maps, and sail across peaceful waters in triangle-shaped boats into circular suns by means of our ever-expanding imaginations. — To these children Greenland is an icy island in the Arctic Ocean, perhaps where Father Christmas lives, near the North Pole. In Secondary School in the Western world we learn topographical terms, the names of native cultures and the ways in which our countries made their marks on history as leaders of the free world, including slavery, wars and alliance building. We’re taught to dream like Martin Luther King did and to question the norm, to build a better future for our own children. — To the next generation Greenland is marked out as an island of peace in a sea of troubles; an example of how historica...

Strolling, heed the call of the robin, singing, Ascending, shrill over the soar-roar of the M5 tarmac - The Willow Man strides on, weathered, withered, Forever reaching - Hold me in your hopeful embrace, Like a Guardian, of Space. A Wensley 17.01.2026

Inspired by the Ullie-Kaye poem below... My Core Still trying to trust the plan,  the feeling in my heart,  the core feeling I keep returning to  despite the emotions of each day. But what if I can't keep seizing the day  because my mental energy is diminishing  from all the uncertainty... I need my core to be strong  so I can expend my energies  in all the areas of my life which require it... If only we could recharge our hearts  as easily as we recharge our phones. We can... all it takes is a hug. A Wensley 4.01.2026

The late December sunlight streams through the house today,  giving life to nature's elements  held within these white domesticated walls; the heady scent of gifted lilies fills the air,  which, though dyed pink and blue,  embrace the light's powers  of translucency, with vibrancy, bouncing life's colour across the former shades  of grey; the Mistletoe, tied with red ribbon above me, is curling, shrivelling, waning, as the same light catches a robin's red breast who through my window replenishes. The end of another year. Your light is always here. A Wensley 30.12.2025