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This Rose Garden
You’re so lucky To be in this rose garden To observe the scale of colours Draw the octave of scents Into your lungs To squeeze the petals hard Inside...
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Peter's Soul
The door was thick, four or five inches perhaps and made from iron. It felt very warm, hot even, hand hot, you could touch it but you wouldn’t want...
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Parcel for you....Part 27
Vanessa laughed. It was late and she was too tired for anger to surface but vulnerable to silly exhausted giggles. The insinuation was absurd and if...
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Dusk
The girl with the softest edges Who summons the stars And the scent of the rose Who unburdens the sun, scattering its fiery embers Her name is Dusk...
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Blodwyn's Hair
The Cranpick Garden Show took place each year on the second Saturday in September. It was usually a beautiful day of soft sunshine and gentle breezes...
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That was a fascinating read
Posted on Thu, 27 Jun 2024
That was a fascinating read with lots of different elements. I have never experienced this first hand although my brother did this to his family and one of the things which surprised me the most was the way our mother forgave him (her son) pretty...
Read full commentPosted in The affair
Sublime and so finely written
Posted on Sat, 22 Jun 2024
Sublime and so finely written. Wonderful to read on a sunny afternoon.
Read full commentPosted in Dirge for another year gone by
Entertaining but too bloody
Posted on Thu, 27 Jun 2024
Entertaining but too bloody true, reminds me a bit of 'The Thick of It'. Boris used to come into a place where I used to work, the scruffy bumbling thing he projects blinds you like a mist. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall when the...
Read full commentPosted in Boris and the Hustings
Father of the bomb. Imagine
Posted on Fri, 24 May 2024
Father of the bomb. Imagine pushing the boundaries of science to invent something groundbreaking, literally, then being tortured by the results. You've captured the sense of confusion and torture and the feeling of something swelling internally,...
Read full commentPosted in The 16:03 to Purgatory (Part Two of Two)
You always take us with you,
Posted on Fri, 24 May 2024
You always take us with you, Rhiannon and it feels almost like a mini holiday, reading your poems and the way you capture nature's elements. I could swear my body temperature changes as you describe waterfalls and mists.
Read full commentPosted in East from Cwm-yr-Eglwys
Really enjoyed. I suspect
Posted on Sun, 26 May 2024
Really enjoyed. I suspect Anthony knew before his passing, even if Marta is still oblivious.
Read full commentPosted in The Shadows Between Us
This is so beautiful,
Posted on Sun, 26 May 2024
This is so beautiful, illustrating a woman's life choices through the ages, how they adjust around her physical self and the mind adapts to accept the changes. No regretting or forgetting, her fading has an element of satisfaction. She lived her...
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This is a suffocating read,
Posted on Wed, 22 May 2024
This is a suffocating read, something like a dream or nightmare in which you are trapped. The addition of a train only adds to the claustrophobic atmosphere and the feeling of life being out of control and bad times ahead. Look forward to the...
Read full commentPosted in The 16:03 to Purgatory (Part One of Two)
We could have done everything
Posted on Sat, 18 May 2024
We could have done everything better. Very creative with the concrete foundations of a wonderful poem.
Read full commentPosted in RAAC (A concrete poem with with holes in)
This reminds me of when I was
Posted on Wed, 15 May 2024
This reminds me of when I was a child visiting Llanbedr and every year when we arrived, the same man was seated on the same bench, to the point where we always looked out for him and waved. The spirit of him must still be there. It's wonderful to...
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