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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
Aberystwyth Scenes, 1970
It was always The Cabin
before her lectures
coffee
and Flic demolishing
The Times crossword,
sharing the clues but
writing the answers
as she read, smoked,
pushed her blond hair
...
Thursday 8th February 2018 4:15 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
TOMORROW
TOMORROW
Tomorrow is Remembrance Day
The sea rises and falls
A great abdomen
Gasping for breath.
We enjoy 'winter sun'
Freakish for November
But we don't complain
They didn't either.
Outside on the promenade
Soldiers paraded
Before leaving for France
We have the old photos.
Here too a salute was taken
Near where ice c...
Sunday 8th November 2015 10:28 pm
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 are not playing
It is only ju...
Friday 15th May 2015 7:53 pm
PLASCRUG
PLASCRUG
There was a great ditch
And an avenue of trees
Leading directly
From the busy town
To the cemetery’s silence
Ornate gates sick with rust
Relics of grander times
When they marked the way
To ancient Plascrug
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
There was a Scout Hut
Near a playground
A row of park benches
Where we sat i...
Friday 21st November 2014 6:57 pm
THE OLD COMMODORE
THE OLD COMMODORE
This faded slab stands to commemorate
David Lewis of ‘The Conqueror’ late
A Montgomery man ‘The Old Commodore’
Who served under Nelson in times of war
Then as a harbourmaster in peacetime
A grand old seadog not far past his prime
Here in Aberystwyth he lived and died
His watchful eye always on the tide
In this peaceful town on Cardigan Bay
He dropped...
Sunday 23rd March 2014 7:50 pm
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