NOT REALLY A STRANGER
NOT REALLY A STRANGER
I don't know what the right term is
For this kind of tide
It is high but not stormy
Grey flecked with white
Slightly misty, bad tempered
I get the feeling it would like
To burst through the walls
And drown me quietly
I stare through the windows
Of a seafront bistro
Designed to show the bay
At its best to visitors
But the waves ...
Monday 3rd December 2018 6:26 pm
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
Poor Dai never got the hang of it,
At school in our first lesson
On art appreciation
We studied
'A Man Holding His Horse'
By George Stubbs.
The teacher issued us
With notebooks
In which to record
Feelings and impressions
Arising from the painting.
Dai wrote...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 10:06 pm
ILLUSION
ILLUSION
Just for a while
The feel of summer,
Fields of sunflowers,
Light dazzling,
Heat caressing,
France not Cheshire
Kind of summer.
Smell of lusty earth,
Taste of young wine
That won't travel,
Freshness of fruit
And vegetables,
Proudly displayed
On market stalls.
Just for a while
The illusion of summer,
Ou...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:18 pm
A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP
A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP
Ours was a tidal relationship,
It ebbed and flowed
Over hidden shipwrecks,
Sometimes calm,
Sometimes smashing defences,
Opening cuts on beaches
Then healing them
With the soothing sand
That fills each wound.
Ours was an unsteady relationship,
Seaweed covered driftwood
Slid beneath our feet
As we slipped and stumbled
Over the flots...
Friday 29th June 2018 9:03 pm
BANER GLYNDWR
BANER GLYNDWR
Steel the gauntlet
Sharp the blade
Hot the conflict
Fierce the raid.
From the mountains
We came down
Barred their passage
To each town.
Fired our arrows
Flung our spears
Red their faces
Bloody tears.
Drove them far
From our land
We fought bravely
Hand to hand.
Baner Glyndwr
Owain’s flag
Flying now
Fr...
Tuesday 22nd May 2018 8:15 pm
EVACUATING HEREFORD
EVACUATING HEREFORD
From Fir Tree Lane junction and the Straight Mile
Near where World War Two hand grenades were found,
They shut roads and placed a cordon around
So they could make things safe army style;
People were moved out of homes for a while
Taking all their pets, every cat and hound;
As warning cones were put down on the ground,
A real nuisance there was hardl...
Wednesday 7th March 2018 11:26 pm
BETWEEN TWO STONES
BETWEEN TWO STONES
Horses raced here
Until the railway
Cut the field in half
Between two stones
And a third
No longer standing.
The first excavation
Proved this to be true
From the clay pipes
And wine bottles
Now cleaned
And catalogued.
More recent surveys
Using methods
Geophysical
Indicated the presence
Of se...
Friday 5th January 2018 4:48 pm
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