Sailor and librarian, navigator and researcher, teacher and trainer, and – always – a traveler. Although born in Sussex, I have lived in Wales most of my life – for the last forty years in the country, farms and hills near Tregaron. All this – and more – have shaped the poems which reflect the joys and tragedies that life brings. Although a 'scholarly' writer for more than thirty years, it is only in the last ten or so that I have found expression through verse. Perhaps life's larger trials lead to deeper outpourings. The past is always present I am always interested to see how my poems affect readers.
Druid Lane We came upon A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills. Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past. What lay beyond, worthy of such industry? Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone. Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way: Miles now lost to grass and sheep, A one-time druidic path to some time-eroded henge The copper leaf-rustle underfoot speaks of many passings Hidden in time
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The Ghost of Christmas Passed (14/12/2018)
The Siren (13/12/2018)
The Love Token (12/12/2018)
Conversation in a Harbour Cafe (09/12/2018)
The Scribe and his Lover (07/12/2018)
My Lady of the Beeches (23/11/2018)
From Two Windows (22/11/2018)
My Old Beech (20/11/2018)
The Promise (19/11/2018)
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