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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


At 71 years of age I started writing poetry to fill in silent hours spent sitting beside my husband who was suffering from Alzheimer's. That was in 2010 and I have since continued writing. I am from North East England originally, but I have lived near the sea in Western France since I married my husband Olivier in 1967.

Anne Séité


Seeking Refuge

A human wave we sweep across the land,
Like gastropods our homes borne on bent backs.
Frontiers and borders move like shifting sand,
once fertile earth,now dust,covering our tracks.

Soldiers descend upon us,locust waves,
changing their sides as others change their shirts.
Leave women raped,and children turned to slaves,
elders quakingbehindtheir daughters' skirts.

A mercenary's only god is gold,
he seeks reward for every single act.
Your peace-keepers have no lasting control,
for tyrants rarely honour any pact.

Once cradle to mankind, now Africa
has lost her place,our rich cornucopia.