Aberystwyth Poems - Poems about Aberystwyth

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...