INVOCATION My fingers tremble as I lift her, Just a whisper of shell-bone and feather, Stilled by a false horizon in wild autumn weather. I tell her I am Caladrius, come to carry her to the sun, I speak of Rhiannon and her birds, Singing … Continue readingINVOCATION
“Welsh place names run as bright, incandescent threads through the long and tangled weave of memory” … Continue readingWHERE GIANTS SLEEP
Vale Vineyard – Gwinllan y Dyffryn, a pioneering vineyard in the Vale of Clwyd, is approached along a quiet, winding lane, deep in the heart of the Denbighshire countryside. Set against the backdrop of the hauntingly beautiful Clwydian hills, and with vast, open views towards … Continue readingIECHYD DA! THE WELSH WINE REVOLUTION
A poem about the journey of the beautiful River Dee in North Wales, from its source in Snowdonia to the magnificent Dee Estuary, beautifully read by Keith Humphreys. Click to listen: https://fb.watch/qNfSAI7Nl9/ TAITH AFON DYFRDWY Sibryda llais Aerfen yn ddistaw bach Drwy’r creigiau’r Dduallt, ar … Continue readingTAITH AFON DYFRDWY – JOURNEY OF THE RIVER DEE
This beautiful nature reserve straddling Whitchurch in Shropshire, and Wrexham in Wales, is of international importance for its breadth of habitats and astonishing variety of wildlife. It is the largest raised bog in the UK and part of Britain’s third largest lowland raised bog. Restored … Continue readingThe Cutting Fields: FENN’S, WHIXALL AND BETTISFIELD MOSSES
Suddenly, a spotlight falls: in its beam, dust swirls. At a subtle gesture from the Musical Director, the quiet singing of tens of men begins. Barely audible, the controlled sound gradually builds and swells with a rich, resounding beauty, filled with more than musical notes … Continue readingVoices of The Valley
Have you ever heard strange noises in the middle of the night? Maybe it was just the windows rattling in the wind, or perhaps it was something more…
Hello Win. Hello love. She doesn’t remember me, but still she smiles. She is frail and tiny, flimsy in her woolly cardi, corded veins in folded hands. She no longer dreams of dancing with Dad. The girl bring us cups of tea and we sit … Continue readingWAVING THROUGH GLASS
A wistful look back to the lost days of childhood. Words: Sonia Goulding, composed and performed by @ElfinBow. AND THEN, THE DAWN Do you remember when The day came young and bright To greet us, with a promise in her hands? When we ran out … Continue readingAND THEN, THE DAWN
My fingers tremble as I lift her, just a whisper of shell-bone and feather. Her wings are warm and soft, folded and still in the cup of my hands, her eyes, half closed, hide their shine. I look to the sky filled with wingbeats and … Continue readingAFTERSHOCK