Tagged: poetry

Lines of Poetry – on Railway Lines

South West Wales Community Rail Partnership has been working with Severnside Community Rail to secure funding for the new Train Of Thought Poetry Project. They say the focus of the project is to produce...

Poetry by Alan Martin

    A BIT LATE NOW I wake to still the strident bell before it steals the morning peace and hides it in the evening star.   I will sleep under beeches now and...

Calling All Poets…

  Looking for something creative to do this January?  Why not enter the Pembrokeshire Libraries poetry competition? Go to the link below for more information https://www.pembrokeshire.gov.uk/librar…/poetry-eisteddfod Chwilio am rywbeth i’w wneud dros wyliau’r Nadolig?...

Poetry from Alan Martin

(We were really touched by this poem from local poet ALAN MARTIN. So beautiful! Thank you to him and we hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Do we have any other...

Poetry in Motion

Scroll down for the English version Nod y Llwybr Blychau Barddoniaeth yw ysbrydoli pobl i ysgrifennu cerddi eu hunain am fyd natur Mae blychau barddoniaeth wedi cael eu gosod o amgylch Parc Cenedlaethol Arfordir...

Poetry from Alan Martin

THEY ALSO SERVE Stern news incoming, rips through our certainties, we are all collateral in this ghastly war. How can… but no sea is too deep for this human abyss. In bewilderment when hope...

Poetry by Alan Martin

    PEACE OF WORK   At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...

Poetry from Aline Page

We are delighted to offer these three delicious poems from local writer Aline Page… Cheeseboard Irrista-nibble … Blooming, sweet grapes roll between Sea salted peppered crackers, Snappily dressed, smoked salmon with dill, Vol-au-vent ready...

Poetry by Alan Martin

JUST TOO MUCH   It isn’t right for me, the torrid year of ’22. I prefer the indifferent times that might have been expected when decadence brings unconcern.   No, too much, the blaze...

Two Poems from Brian Jackson

BY BRIAN JACKSON Fish and Chips We shared our best fish and chips, ever. We sat watching seagulls thread golden silk stitching together the day’s ending and the night’s beginning. The space between seamless...