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Caer Caradoc
Like a grain of sand I cross your banks, borne on Roman time and tides, too late to stand and fight, with you, for life. My feet scour and stir the earth you threw upon this hill in vain; once proud...
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Cecile Corbel in Concert – Poul Fetan 10 August 2012
Through a darkening sky the harp draws each star, gently, as an opening heart. —————- This is a haiku prompted by a magical evening spent listening to Celtic harpist Cecile Corbel perform in the open...
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Carnac
Did they wonder, like me, I thought, at the chiselled avenues of light between the trees converging on their fields, and plant these stones in awe as neolithic poetry? Or are these rows a show of power...
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The last stand
If now be the time, then let them come. I see one among countless leaves falling; the serrated edge and yellowing veins against the green. I feel the tips of grass stems catch the leaf’s damp surface...
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