SHORT STORIES

7 Nov 2022

One Red-Rimmed Evening

A tawny Eagle cautiously approached the shallow water hole, its edges softened by the deepening glow of evening in the quiet of the African bush. The […]
24 Dec 2021

One Starry Night

She couldn’t gauge his mood from the set of his shoulders. He hadn’t said much since it happened. The quiet seriousness of his demeanour when he […]
22 Sep 2021

Breathless

A while back I joined a group called Globe Soup. The name alone intrigues, but it is a group that offers a forum for writers and […]

Ideas, hopes, dreams. I write, I paint, I love the bush and walking on the beach.

Glenda Warburton
Author – Freelance Writer – Artist

POEMS

4 Feb 2020

There is one

When I am alone Drowning in sadness The music of unrequited love Throbbing through my mind There is One whose arms fold gently around When fear […]
13 Oct 2016

The Morning Wind

The Morning Wind   An errant breeze ruffled curtains A glimpse of indigo sky The morning star proudly incandescent   There’s a whispering in the cane […]
28 Jan 2015

Loss

I feel the grain of the wood Its rich red magnificence And I mourn anew the death of the tree That gave life to my world. […]

MY THOUGHTS

25 May 2020

Your Serve

The President of South Africa, Cyril Ramaphosa, has put our future into our hands: “… as individuals, as families, as communities it is you who will […]
10 Aug 2015

Words, Wonderful Words!

Language can be such fun! A few days ago I was left a copy of our local newspaper, and was reading the classifieds (the only pages […]
7 Jul 2015

With this Smoke, There are Many Fires

The dry rasp of fresh wood smoke in my throat tickles me awake. I feel my lungs recoil, and hear their familiar wheeze of protest. It’s […]