The February Poem of the Month, selected by Anthology editors, Veronica Cookson and Lindy Warrell, is The Man Who Walked by Fred Willett.
Here is Fred’s poem:
THE MAN WHO WALKED by F J Willett
His days were bleak and grim and gray.
His mood was dark and fell and fey.
Her hair was black. Her raven hair
That framed her face and haughty stare.
He walked alone without a hope.
He never saw her, never spoke.
He walked across the village square.
He passed the woman standing there.
She had no smile for him that day,
No smile to light his shadowed way.
His wife had died. Had passed away.
Now all his days were grim and gray
His days were bleak and grim and gray.
His mood was dark and fell and fey.
And every day he passed her there,
The woman standing in the square.
Her haughty look her icy stare
Reproached him as he passed her there.
Then one day, like a sign from God
She smiled. He turned and gave a nod.
While grief still stung within his breast
It seemed to sting a little less.
It sometimes seems that it can be
The little things that set you free.