Poetry

The Colour of Magic

For Terry Pratchett

The colour of magic (p1) What’s this? The Discworld suddenly stilled. The Librarian utters a muffled, choking Ook! Angry mutterings issue from a star dusted, rainbow crazed, magical book. The Luggage lifts its lid in silent tribute. In the Assassins Guild, knives and other such Thieves of Time are lowered. A Golem glowers, breaking the […]

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The Three Women

Dedicated to the memory of Ingrid Beazley, Rosemary Beazley and Brenda Joughin. Maisie and I tumbled  and blew up the mountain. Carningli, grumbling in the wind blown heat. And I laid three bunches of posies from Penrallt At the cairn, where others too are remembered,  A horse shoe, soil from Sicily and the USA,  A […]

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The Love of Words: Richard Wheeler.

I won’t pretend to know anything about poetry, except that I know what I like. So when Richard Wheeler agreed to talk to us about his love of words, I was delighted. Richard has known Pembrokeshire from childhood and, like so many people we talk to, came back again and again until the opportunity presented […]

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A Red Kite, But No Osprey.

A RED KITE BUT NO OSPREY. (dedicated to Catrin Finch and Seckou Keita…and the Dyfi Osprey Project) (The music, like the birds itself Soars Above the Dyfi Estuary, and over the mangroves fumbling their way to the Isle de Palétuviere as the pirogues drift down glassy water and a pelican dominates the jetty.) In Pembrokeshire, […]

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My grandfather’s watch.

Just lately, I’ve been wearing my grandfather’s watch. It’s nothing fancy, a Seiko, battery run, sporting a strap I bought (which came from Hong Kong) with the green and blues of Pembroke College. Seemed appropriate to somehow acknowledge where I, and it, have found ourselves, latterly. One thing I love about it? The days of […]

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Friends plaque

On Friendship.

Don’t let the fire go out. A friend has just sent me a quote she found on Twitter, and it made me laugh for it’s simplicity.   “Friendship is so weird…you just pick a human, you’ve met and you’re like, ” Yep, I like this one”  and you do stuff with them.” Then coincidentally, a […]

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Humming Birds from Marc Mordey

Another lovely poem from Marc Mordey, temporarily home from his travels. Enjoy !   HUMMINGBIRDS The hummingbirds are back And all is well They flew across the Atlantic with us Years ago They’d sprung from besides the Grand Canyon They saw us through Bryce, Zion, Salt Lake City Snow Sunshine They didn’t know They travelled […]

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A Poem for You.

I WISH FOR YOU. In the darkest corner of your heart or soul where you have huddled for safety, I wish for you an offered friendship. Even if your heart has been broken into slivers so sharp you almost dare not move, I wish for you the courage to slip your hand into a warm […]

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SPRING DRIVEN THING.

Another beautiful poem from our Poet Marc Mordey. In celebration of Spring: SPRING DRIVEN THING. It’s a spring like day And we are walking Three dogs, you and I In Pengelly woods Marvelling at the cathedral of trees Stepping through the quickening stems of wild garlic and of Bluebells, pushing up promises There’s a rough […]

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Betty, elemental.

A Poem from Marc Mordey  A good friend of ours, Betty Hill, died recently. We went to her funeral service (as the Easterly wind snapped and bit its way into West Wales)  and the following quote, which she had chosen, was shared : ‘Total annihilation is impossible.We are the prisoners of an infinity without outlet, […]

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