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...
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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...
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...
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...
