Footprints

She walked out of the water. The wind whipped the warning flags. Though she did not feel it. The sun … More

Hope

Hope, is the rope That hangs down the well Dangling in the darkness Like a cat’s toy It swings, inviting … More

The Magpie Sets Sail

There was a storm last nightAnd the Taff turns, a dirty washRich with chocolate brown soilDragged down from the landOf … More

Speckled With Sunlight

Life has been a long grey lineFor quite some timeA thick, graphite smudgeSlick with sicknessWorries over words, and rulesFor some … More

Blackberries

Blackberries I picked with my Nan Like in the Enid Blyton book she bought me Blackberries that we picked in … More