Thundering and lightning crackled without warning in clear blue skies the silenced old gods and wise men left only indentations, remembrances Of psalms and words in the places they’d once stood in so many guises. In the tall aspen trees above the school yard Jackdaws turned into blackness ©RobCullen2017
Coronation Day 2nd June 1953
The poverty of the rich…
Autumn Edge
Autumn edge I count the species in the orchard hedge Maple, Blackthorn, Hawthorn and Hazel thrive Blackberry and Honeysuckle intertwine Overgrown Elder pruned and cut hard Two Oaks, two tall Maples break the line A Red Admiral sits on a Buddleia leaf Needing to find a place to hibernate An idyllic scene a man laying […]
Autumn Edge
Season change
Mowed the orchard and took sheepdog for daily seven mile walk. Met dog friends! Mused why not International Poetry Day. Spoke with my friend Bill from Killarney that Yeats seems to be slipping away. Find I’ve been asked to read a voice over for a film. But I’m yearning for frosts and snow as the […]
Season change
Lansiad Dau Lyfr Barddoniaeth / Launch of Two books of poetry –
‘Our Voices Crossed Seas’ by Rob Cullen
The poems range from the personal to the political,
from childhood memories to the injustices within society and within the larger world.
His poems call one back, to be read again and again, in order to connect fully with the passion and intelligence of his poetic voice.
– Peter Thabit Jones
‘In the Offing ‘ by Rebecca Lowe
This exceptionally crafted collection has a wonderful warmth to it. Lowe sculpts a delicate fondness out of experience, painting the subjects of the pieces in sharp, unmistakable relief. Her masterful use of language and unique voice shines through each carefully selected word, carrying a gentle earnestness throughout.
– Keri Moriarty of Yammer Poetry
Plus ……..Beirdd Cochion / Red Poets
Cerddoriaeth gan / music from …Huw & Shippy
Mic agored
Caffi Soar , Merthyr Tydfil
Hydref 31 October
1.30 yp / pm
Mynediad am ddim / free entry
Croeso i bawb!
Matahara
Matahara This morning I stopped to listen to a robin singing in the tall birch tree that overhangs our garden. It is mid-August in Wales but the robin’s singing was the wistful and shrill notes of an October song. And it’s on cold clear mornings like this that I am reminded of a […]
Matahara
Art is in my blood, is in my bones.
Poetry tells the story that needs to be told in its own way.
An old saying
Your fully a man when you have daughters. I have three daughters and a son. I am blessed.
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World Poetry Day in the surrounding Woods.
Where the umbrellas die…
#rain#pouring#drenched#howlinit#wetthrough#ohnohorizontalrain#sadbrollies#itsthattimeofyear #whydotheylieaboutsomuch
Where the umbrellas die…
