Our frosted hills and fields, for so long hushed in a quiet stillness of waiting, now sound with the tremulous bleating of new born lambs and the answering calls of their attentive mothers. Snowdrops have given way to bright drifts of daffodils, daylight stretches into … Continue readingLAMB TALES
I reach for her hand. Shell-boned, almost air. I tell her: I am Caladrius. I will carry you to the sun. I say it like a spell, like a prayer, like a lie. But Rhiannon’s birds lose their music in my mouth. The Mabinogion breaks … Continue readingWELSH LULLABY
Wherever I go, I find myself drawn to churchyards, not out of any morbid curiosity, but because of the stories they hold. They are places that preserve the history of local communities, written in stone and marble, each gravestone speaking of lives once lived, patterns … Continue readingMOSS AND STONE
The Clwydian Range is a line of heather-clad hills rising above the verdant Vale of Clwyd. Though modest in comparison with the lofty heights of Eryri (Snowdonia), these hills have a presence entirely their own, shaped by wind, weather, and the steady rhythms of rural … Continue readingBETWEEN EARTH & SKY
The scream comes before the bird: a sudden, searing note overhead that stops me in my tracks, leaving me scanning the North Wales skies for the longed-for rush of dark, scythe-shaped wings. They are back! My heart soars. Common swifts normally arrive here during late … Continue readingTHE AERIALIST
Written one humid afternoon in August, when we were all desperate for a storm!
For many reasons, I haven’t written for a while, but a beautiful photograph by my dear friend, Angus Ferguson, taken in the North East of England, inspired me to put pen to paper again late last night. His images – all straight lines, vanishing points, and … Continue readingAT THE RUSTED GATE
A poem written in response to an article I read about the Big Bang.
A poem which began life as a writing exercise on an Arvon course, remembering a happy childhood, and lots of book reading!