Friday 31 January 2014

I knew I...



...should have left
earlier
while the sea and sky
were still pink and blue
and the world
was young and clean...

Friday 24 January 2014

Writer's Blocks


Lost for words, I pick three word-bricks at random. Hmm - 'late', 'valiant', and 'trace'..

I mosey, Friday-afternoon-ish, up to the attic to change the bedlinen, and glance out at the wet dusk - a last, late starling traces its valiant way down to the pier to roost...

Wednesday 8 January 2014

Aberystwyth


The beach is open
beyond the bar today -
we pick our way,
carefully,
through the driftwood,
searching for treasure
among the debris.

At the edge of my senses
the incoming tide
growls
menacingly...