Two Poems from Brian Jackson


Image from Karivil of Pixabay

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 and eternal.

The day had weaved unhindered,

through a patchwork of scrub and heather.

In full surround sound the earth sang,

to the beat of our boots,

its rhythm fading with the daylight.

Released, the weight of our rucksacks.

Boots off, our toes free to roam.

Looking out to sea

we dined on chips seasoned with sweat.

And then the fish,

hidden inside crispy batter,

its flesh white and firm,

swam with the stars.

Image from Bruno/Germany from Pixabay

Her Inferno

Huddled in our underworld cocooned in a blanket

the night had been freezing.

Crying out to Satan, her mind in a spiral,

she sinks into his pit,

felt his smile through an ice cube.

Comatosed she lay trapped in purgatory.

Chianti, the bottle now empty,

warmed her inside, melting the ice.

She saw fields of cornflowers and poppies,

olive groves and the vine,

Galileo’s manuscripts, hidden in a haystack,

and Dante locked in a tower.


Dot and Brian

Brian Jackson is a Pembrokeshire local, who takes beautiful photographs of nature, as well as delighting us with his poetry.

Kitty Parsons

Kitty has forgotten how long she has been here now but she loves Pembrokeshire for its beauty and it's people. She spends her time searching out stories for, swimming in the sea , drawing and painting as Snorkelfish and eating cake. She says " has been an opportunity to celebrate this beautiful county and its people. Keep the stories coming. We love to hear from you."

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