Poetry from Alan Martin
Troubled Waters Words, today, come at me like squalls at sea, unexpected, disruptive, whipping up breakers into shark’s teeth. There is a current in them; it is heading for the rocks. I wade...
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Poetry from Aline Page
Poems by ALINE PAGE Illustrations by KITTY PARSONS Relax Into Spring Relax, petal soft opening, Happiness floating, flooding Synapses of the brain, Joy again, Thank God! Springing into Being! Having laid low, dried out...
Daffodil – a Poem from Aline Page
Daffodil Golden orb trembling, Moved by minuscule breeze, Humming with sunny vitality, Harnessing, seizes the day. Ridged curvaceous petals and leaves unfurled, Flanking fluted trumpet firmly projects, Frilly-edged, heralding the presence...
Poetry from Aline Page
Storm Postmortem Storm battered and bruised by disappointments, Letting go of striving, struggles and stress; Confess to wasted effort, depletion and stuckness. Surrender to temporary inaction, relaxation, Time to research options and explore flaws,...
Poetry from Pat M
It’s our pleasure to present two poems from Pembrokeshire’s PAT M… Really Bright Shooting Star I know that we are not alone. Because someone lit a match in the doorway of...
Poetry by Aline Page
WORD CHAIN TRAIN by ALINE PAGE Roughness of apple bark presses into knees, Clinging, swinging, swaying, Right hand clasped to overhead branch. Listening, intensely, Spreading awareness across flat fields, Stretching, elongating Towards a thin...
A New Poem by Aline Page
The phrase that became the title for this poem came up in Nigel Summerley’s recent two-part interview with Aline Page… And Aline almost immediately...
Aline’s Story – A Poet’s Journey – 2
In Part One yesterday we learned about Aline Page’s early life. PART TWO Where did her feeling for poetry come from? “I remember loving John Donne when we studied the Eight Metaphysical Poets for...
Aline’s Story – A Poet’s Journey – 1
Regular readers of Pembrokeshire.Online will be familiar with the passionate poetry of Aline Page. But who is the woman behind the concise, incisive lines and carefully chosen words? PART ONE Aline had an idyllic...
Poems from Brian Jackson
Night Thoughts I never could count sheep. A mind not given to gently grazing Rather thoughts reared behind a fence fed on roots deep under the surface. Dandelions and thistles nosed-out, rarely the...
