The Fisherman

The water is too clear, They'll see him on his rock, with his new rod. The bait is well enough, Wriggling on its hook, on its line. Baseball cap and…

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Penrhyn Castle

It is a grotesque representation of power. The shouting of it from castellated rooftops, the feel of it on the backs of slaves and the ultimate poverty of its exercise…

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The Church Bell

The muffled church bell is forlorn. A dead ringer in the crow-cawed dawn. It used to summon, now it pleads But a thousand other promises Will meet their Sunday needs.…

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Bones

In the flesh - thoughts. Invisible, infinite, whirring. This is life. Of course there is a God If we think there is. Of course the cause is just If we…

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The Clock

The clock sits on its third shelf at the back of my lean-to. It is not allowed in the house. It acquired woodworm some time ago when it sat on…

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Cuckoos

There are cuckoos in Croesor And their call is distinctive. They live in the nests of others. One evening we walked up the valley And we heard the sound. We…

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From Lliwedd

There is no Avalon down there in the patchwork. The knights have gone And their great stone strongholds are small. This fortress could mock such vanity for a million years…

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One Hawthorn

One hawthorn in Cwm Llafar stands. Defies the breakneck blast Across the years, Bent and crippled. Dafydd frowns, His high brow beaten By the same. Who shall own this place?…

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