Polly Oliver

Creek written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com


Creek written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones   Here the secretive tide laps at banks Quiet as centuries and wrapped In twisted mesh of ancient oak ...
Pill written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com


Pill written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones   Snap, crackle, pop. Little white pill comes round and ready As a new day From its crisp plastic cell...
Flames written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com


Flames written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones   Well I'm Hell-bound. And that's fine by me. Easy passivity of receiving the gung -ho exertions of...
Ossify written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com


Ossify written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones   The edge of this land Is not the shining granite of home; That ancient mosaic of mica, felspar, qu...
Polly Oliver

Polly Oliver

A mother of two boys, scribbling from the Western coasts of the UK, mainly poetry, but whatever comes out really. Former journalist and PR professional, the first whispers of middle age and declining eyesight made having a real go at 'real writing' a little more urgent. A Cornish native, I made my home in South West Wales so the sound of the sea sighs through my work every now and then. Lover of nature, yoga, boutique coffee shops and occasional (and very dreadful) surfer.