Leaving Wales
...Wales to me is her Celtic tribal history,
Wales to me is walks upon her shores.
Wales to me is her druids, saints, and mystery,
the soil I tread, the salt that leaves my pores.
We drove an ...
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Categories:
aberystwyth, leaving, longing, love,
Form: Lyric
Hocus Pocus
...Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom
Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon
She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor
And applied magic spittle ...
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Categories:
aberystwyth, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Birdman
...Birdman
Bold Dewi Jones would leave his home
first thing every morning,
and trot him down to Towy Wood
just as day was dawning,
and there he filled his Tesco bag,
fiv...
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Categories:
aberystwyth, sad,
Form: Light Verse
Abersickness
...A not-quite-there longing for somewhere
not quite home. A transient town with a
shifting population: three-year stint students
refreshed each September like a busy webpage,
locals who’ve lived th...
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Categories:
aberystwyth, absence, home, identity, places,
Form: Free verse