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LOVE IN A LOCKDOWN
LOVE IN A LOCKDOWN
Love in a lockdown intense and obsessed
Anxious at first then gradually stronger,
Fighting back fear, wondering how much longer,
Love in a lockdown unstable, undressed.
Love in a lockdown longs to be released
Makes resolutions, wants to try harder,
Yearning for freedom to travel further,
Love in a lockdown confined and compressed.
Love i...
Saturday 9th January 2021 4:59 pm
THE COLLECTOR
THE COLLECTOR
Thou shalt pass the plate of brass
With felt to deaden the ring of coins
Or take the collection
In bag of leather or bowl of wood
Remembering to avert thine eyes
At the widows mite
And the rich man’s notes.
Thou shalt wear a smile
Of indifference
Even unto those who turn their heads
Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour
Or over th...
Friday 19th April 2019 10:39 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
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
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
GEORGE MARTIN
GEORGE MARTIN
Some of us never get to feel it
That magical moment
When you hit the ball just right
Or that high note
The one that shatters glass.
And we never experience
The thrill of discovery
As Lord Carnarvon
Staring into history
At the tomb of Tutankhamun.
But you had more than your share
Though you never looked for it
They say...
Friday 10th March 2017 10:47 pm
1916
1916
What moved them to throw caution to the wind
To break out of committee room and bar
Ignoring those who warned this was too far
Those who later condemned and said they'd sinned
What fearsome lightning their resolve confirmed
To face artillery and armoured car
What deafening thunder what shooting star
Incited rebellion, what fire that burned
In bra...
Monday 16th January 2017 10:07 am
MY FATHER'S WATCH
MY FATHER’S WATCH
Almost a year after he died
I’m wearing my father’s watch
Automatic, Swiss, 1947
I looked it up on line
The local old fashioned jeweller
Says it’s a very nice watch
Leave it alone, don’t mess with it
Just wear it all the time
It has old fashioned ways
A turn before bed, another
In the morning and one
Just about midday
Although automatic
It needs the attention
...
Thursday 9th July 2015 11:54 pm
HEART OF WALES
HEART OF WALES
Early morning leisure centre
Fresh from the pool
Hospital doctors huddle
Discussing surgical problems
And financial investments
A receptionist smiles
Refusing politely
To disclose the code
For free Wi-Fi. She says
It is for staff only
I buy a cup of tea
After ringing a brass bell
To summon service
Feel time pumping slowly
Through the heart of Wales.
Da...
Monday 8th June 2015 6:14 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
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