we roamed aside the tow’ring hill nearby a lake, whereby we’d fill our canteens up and to their fill. drink in the chill; drink in the chill. we’d sit along the riverside and watch the water striders glide, entranced, intrigued and mystified. minds wand’ring wide; minds wand’ring wide.
Month: March 2022
Me and the Scone – A Tawddgyrch Cadwynog
just me, myself and i alone, nose to the stone til nothing’s left. i have my health, this orange cream scone, these aging bones, yet still bereft.
They’re Staring Back – A Hir a Thoddaid Poem
we can sit here together all night, until the first rays of morning light. staring up at stars and satellites, we imagine strange celestial sights: alien, vast, overwhelming and eldritch. understand, they’re staring back in spite.
Painted Lady – An Awdl Gywydd
so long, strange painted lady. your stately manor, now ash, looms etern’lly proud and sure. solid as you were, frail glass.
View From a Parking Lot at 6 am – A Sonnet
chalky sky, rorschach trees, songbirds stirring. cruel breeze rustling through slated overgrowth, subdued ‘neath viscous weight. raindrops spurring sediment’ry displacement, bound by oath. a lone squirrel bounds from limb to limb, bending weathered branches silhouetted against the blue hour. sullen, overcast, fending off the heat of blooming hours, incensed. puddles like rippling continents flowing into…
Can’t Have Everything – A Haiku
can’t have everything i suppose that’s just the way life keeps us in check
Piecework Prose 