Story: The Ancestor’s Brother
I wrote this in around 2011. Recently a friend asked to read it so I uploaded it here. Two lovers lay in the shade of the tallest tree in the forestThe comforting smell of the moist Earth filled themThe tree…
I wrote this in around 2011. Recently a friend asked to read it so I uploaded it here. Two lovers lay in the shade of the tallest tree in the forestThe comforting smell of the moist Earth filled themThe tree…
[I wrote this for the Rhos Y Gilwen short story competition Loving the Earth. It didn’t win. I still think it’s pretty good.] I have a question I’d like to ask. I doubt you will be able to answer, not…
I’ve been doing a course with the Poetry School, Poetry & Ritual. This exercise is to write a lament, a grief poem. This is mine: Lament for my village He stares Into an abyss A view no one should bear…
Knock I knock on your bedroom door Tell you “I’m going to light fresh incense” You do not answer I knock on your bedroom door Tell you “Good morning” You do not answer I knock on your bedroom door Tell…
The Farmer I don’t want to be here. I’m not a soldier. I don’t even own a sword. Hardly any of us do. There can’t be more than a dozen swords between us. The king asked me to come. So…
Today was my first time at Penfro Poets, a Pembrokeshire poetry group. We has a workshop on prose poetry and this is the second of my exercises. This one I declined to read at the meeting as I was sure…
Stillness I stand beside my friend, bathed now and wearing a favourite dress, laid on her bed, surrounded by flowers, profoundly still. Without a sound, I hear her gift: “Life is precious”. But I know this already. “No”, she says, silent,…
I’ve been intrigued by the idea of a prose poem since I first heard of the form. Not sure I’ve understood the concept, I’m having a go anyway. I’m wanting to capture the essence of a moment. I shared this…