Word Pools
Walking along Anglesey’s coastal path I found the rhythm of walking and the freshness of the air encouraged all sorts of words to join me, to come strolling along besides me… Read More »Word Pools
April 2011
Trees that listen by Clara (another Anglesey poem)
Trees that listen – when humans don’t, gather round-but don’t talk -as humans do…
An Anglesey Garden by Clara
A bird bath that gives hope to the garden stands watch over the brown horse who lingers here in the grass…
Playing Boules on Anglesey by Clara
As silver drops hit the ground, Others fail this life’s game, Which people take for granted…
Suncatcher
Katherine was reading a small book waiting for her visitor whose wet hair she could not live without. Behind her the girl in the wall was giggling again and if… Read More »Suncatcher
Joy: Vision of Anglesey
I see you step out Of the blue sky Taller than these tulips, Laughing across basking dandelions, talking of churches And hope and love.
Clara and I in Anglesey!
Sitting on the garden steps, We bartered over our pound sunglasses, Watched over by Holy island’s Inky blue Shape. And twenty two white statues, Secretly blessing us.
Wales: a prose poem!
it takes me to slate shale and corroded boat bottom bolts, rolling gentle, this way and that, as rhythmic lovers in lost rockpools where the broken strength of iron fills the nostrils… Read More »Wales: a prose poem!
Mind Dancing
Somewhere holy and ancient, Your tiny, competent hands, Are blessing stories In the sunshine…
Anglesey with loveXXX
The gulls are listening to the kite, And I have walked into words like cove, lichen, Bracken. Barefoot feeling April’s Centuries Stepping into the sunshine, This beach. Hope.