Cliffe

Waxy sunshine, low in the winter sky,makes twilight in the middle of the day. Weird palavers of birds – lapwings we think -stretch and compress: twist, swoop, and come to rest. Flat against the north horizon, motionless,stand strange giraffes on London Gateway...

Uncle Iolo, centential

From my Granny (Alice Blodwen) to her son, my uncle, Iolo Dyfnan Davies.29 January 1920 – 5 April 2009 I am remembering my Uncle Iolo with a bitter-sweet chuckle. The letter dates from 1940, as does the photo, I’d guess. It begins: “Now that our...

Two Generations

Dada was in the Army at Alamein;also at Rye and Monte Casino.I have his cap at home gathering dust,the dust he went to fourteen years ago. There’s other stuff in the trunk in the loft,mementoes of more settled times post War:letters, certificates and...

On Seaford Head

Gwenhwyfar Cole (nee Davies) 1924-2017 On Seaford Head Yards from the encroaching drop,Archie Hughes enjoyed the views. His name, immortalised for now,burnishes a bench. What he did, and where, and how,are disappearing memories, crumbling like the cliff top. *posted...

Jerusalem

Like many others, I expect, I have long been confused why and how the ‘Jesusalem’ verses by William Blake have become stuff of English patriotism, even jingoism. Yeah, I know, Hubert Parry has a lot to answer for. But it becomes even more confusing when...
Adam and Eve

Adam and Eve

The writer by a detail of Shardeloes Road Poem So. Here we are then. Just us. Just us two. I see from The Writings that you came first:me second, made with a rib ripped from you. Is that the way it is to be? Cast forever in the backwash of your sex? The...

EAMC21

Beth is a woman from Brockley,who likes to do everything properly.She’s loving and kind,resourceful, refined,and best of all brilliant at cookery. Love from Dad