Poetry

My lady climbed a mountain, Pen-y-Fan by name, from Storey Arms she started, rising path to tame; she thought she would be lonely, there was quite a crowd, like her, with one ambition, stand above the cloud; she marched across […]

Llandrindod Wells: full praise of bells? Perhaps a hint of sombre knells? Bright days of Queen Victoria with spa, smart shops, emporia? They came, top hats and crinoline, landaus and broughams, class within, or sky steam etched above the station, […]

Step from the George, out in the night, with midnight drizzle in the air, no car, no person, come to sight, a bird takes off to see me there:  each street and building has a name but shadows turn them […]

It’s pleasant to walk at ease beside a quiet old canal, a very common thing to do that some may think banal: appears canal as a silent water next to a towing track, bright fields lie flat to a river […]

Slip away a day  And sail above the clouds. Leave behind your thoughts. And silence all that’s loud. Look up above your head And look far down below. Forget all your troubles. And forget all your woes. Where shall you […]

The glint of sunshine, lace curtain mist, in stately quadrille on the ridge, fades in, fades out the adjacent mount where steep escarpments form a bridge upon the which, with a flexing nerve, and drive of legs in hand of […]

The sun still sets  And the waves still sail. The bridge sits still And gulls still wail. The cliffs rock still And the trees knit-knot. The cars hum drum. And the clouds spit spot. Away from Wales The ships stop […]

On David’s day our  Beloved daffodils will sway And the little will play all day  In the field and vale the banners  Fly with pride and we will Stand tall and proud  On Saint David’s day our Beloved day ans […]

Ride on, queen Rhiannon, mother of kings, hidden in mystery of ages, Ride on, queen Rhiannon, mystic your tale, Narberth pre-castle as prison Ride on, queen Rhiannon, proudly your tales though come the days of the conqueror, Ride on, queen […]

What does one make of Barry? A town wherein to tarry? The island walk’s quite pleasant, points out to sea as crescent of houses, beach and fairground, two spits of trees and bare ground, An island reached by causeway with […]

Oh, the rain! The rain! The rain it poureth, and the gloom of the city see how it soareth! Silent voices of the windscreen wipers, in the swish of their blades, are like droning pipers, while afloat on downpour, on […]

Christmas trees, and mistletoe, and wine. But what is Christmas really about? A boy who went to school. Who joined us here on earth one day  And never tried to rule. He taught us good from bad And gave us […]