Across a half-drunk pint of cider, and part-ate Welsh cakes on a plate, a wall of photographs of unknown scenes and unknown people, their halfway lives therein depicted on partial journeys’ partial aims…. In solemn grey there was portrayed […]
Above, beyond the swirling car park before the modern supermarket, its marching trolleys purchase laden – above, beyond the bypass traffic that metals by the small bus station, that halts, light ordered, at the junctions – above, beyond the rooves […]
From Pontypridd to Los Angeles he’s swung across the world, gyrating hips, beat-crooner’s lips, with pulsing rhythms and ballad ease on albums punters stirred. That baritone of rich, dark tones brought universal fame, from green grassed home left coal for […]
Blanket warm the feathers And cloud loud the call. Row fast the weathers And net knot the trawl. Low down the noise And gentle rest the view. Wave soft the paddles And whistle down a few. Quiet down the chatter […]
Today I walked in springtime And gathered all my thoughts. The day was warm and gentle And the shadows quiet and short. The flowers were pink surprising And the wind was warm and kind. The path was daisy pettled And […]
Dolgellau, grey of buildings, grey as town with quaintness in its narrow streets, St. Mary’s Church, tower standing over all, stone ancient guard for shops and square, including leafy covered inn, the “Royal Ship”, hotel whose better days have slipped […]
Vole, Mole, Stoat and Weasel met on a environmental interest site, hence shared the same values, became strong friends and thank the spider for making this website. They built their home together under a beech tree amongst bluebell woods and […]
Puddles bright And sea shore gleams. Brighter skies And sunbeam screams. Paddled tweets And shells tip-tup. Driftwood graves And grass sits up. White sift sand And footsteps filled. Long shore streams And rocks full spilled. Mountains glaze And skies thread […]
Spirits lift And skies drift. And pebbles poke. Puddles light And kites bright. And mountains rope. Dunes drift And shadows shift. And shorelines cope. Waves crawl And feathers sprawl. And seagulls boat. Rocks still And gulls bill. And spirit’s spoke… […]
It was blowing a gale the day that we walked intent on climbing the Worm’s Head, but the force of the wind on causeway of rocks, combined with the tide, saw our plan dead. To Rhossili we turned to further […]
Overnight, the mist stole in like a thief and now only innuendo and gist dress the spartan view beyond the window. Its gossamer threadbare veil, billowing with the breeze, snags upon the hedge and trees, revealing occasional brief glimpses as […]
Snow puffed hedges And cobwebbed trees. White night daylight And cold face breeze. Sun gazed lanolin And trough full fill. Anoracked hooves And grass pulled chill. Deep squeak boots And cold foot frown. March square up And slow step down. […]
