Friday, 30 April 2010


I don't write poetry very often, but I think I'll try to write one a month to remedy that. Here's my most recent:

Home is both place and feeling.

It’s warm cwtches and a full belly.
Inviting fire and fluffy snug rug.
Storytelling photographs, mugs of tea.
Breathless muddy path with a birdsong soundtrack.

It’s a festive drink on familiar seats.
Intimate laughs and pooled memories.
Childhood books and cherry blossom tree.
Memorised damp roads on a hilly green backdrop.

It’s easy smiles and empathy.
Serenity with the landscape in sight.
An intuitive sense of rightness and roots.
Hiraeth’s robust thrust back to where I belong.

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