The Welsh Poppies are blooming in all the random little corners where they like to hang out. There’s one under the hedge which is a little inconvenient as it’s so shady. This one was out in the sunshine though, letting its colour really pop!
observing a distant bright star imagining something so far in the tar black of the sky meteor shower and comet the emptiness of the dark split and night lit up as they fly This is an attempt at an Cywydd Llosgyrnog, which is a form of Welsh poetry, inspired by Bruce watching Stargazing Live.Continue reading “night sky (a Cywydd Llosgyrnog)”
from the riven sky lashing rain floods down we frown, stare through window pane as dark clouds descend again though dry inside the house we yearn for sun undone, round the house we turn photos taken as we learn This is an attempt at an Englyn Penfyr, which is a form of Welsh poetry.
bubbling in a poetry feast inspirational baker’s yeast extravagant purchase has greased my cogs stopped the clogs; words released This is an attempt at a Byr a Thoddaid, which is a form of Welsh poetry.
hidden from sight this time of year often is shed a secret tear behind closed doors it trickles down escaping with a worried frown expectations of this season can bring pressure beyond reason as perfect presents must be bought and rising panic must be fought it cannot be a perfect day so let’s see itContinue reading “secret tear (a Cyhydedd Fer)”
now you are here there is no fear, you are so near I can reach you there is much mess but there’s no stress, I worry less when I’m with you you are my light all through the night, there on my right I can feel you soft on your hand my fingers land, youContinue reading “here (a rhupunt)”
forsaken by the sun’s warm light the frosty crust is formed at night ice seeps cold and stark in the creeping dark makes its mark out of sight This is an attempt at a clogyrnach, which is a form of Welsh poetry. I figured it’s about time I learned about the poetry of my adopted country,Continue reading “frost (a clogyrnach)”
In an unusual juxtaposition of work (my ‘real’ life) and poetry (my semi-secret life), I was looking for a YouTube video to use as a test of embedding such videos into some web pages at work. This was for a research project which is all about poetry. So naturally, rather than just slapping any oldContinue reading “Random YouTube Find: Rhian Edwards”
the change in season poetically addressed such a glut of words we must make word jam as colours change and forests blaze here mid bryn and cwm and enveloping coedwig change cannot be missed daily journey painted more brightly every day slows us down to stare it would be remiss not to note the changeContinue reading “Change”