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Mercadillo del Jueves

Mercadillo del Jueves

A Poem by Beccy


He sits hunched over his workbench.At first glance, he is old;sinew and bone, skin like leather,but his hands were deft,those of a much younger man.Mo..
A fragment of the whole

A fragment of the whole

A Poem by Beccy


Time stored all, but kept its council.Wrote no history of our creation,but chronicled instead,the ancient forests,the ceaseless oceans.Aeons passed, e..
There are those who wear hats whilst walking their dogs in villages.

There are those who wear hats whilst walking their..

A Poem by Beccy


There is a plumpness in the air, that sayswe never lack two Sundays in a week; and thereis the surety of God's acre stretching greenly.An unspoken sus..
Autumn on the foothills of Cader Idris

Autumn on the foothills of Cader Idris

A Poem by Beccy


written after an Autumn visit to Dôl Idris; a most beautiful place.
New for old

New for old

A Poem by Beccy


Beyond the scent of first beinglies the dreamers journey,cobbled streets of imagination,where youth rises, celebratingthe passing of innocence andbuil..
Visiting Martha

Visiting Martha

A Poem by Beccy


There was an old, rather cracked flower pot in the back garden,I noticed it as we settled down for a nice cup of tea;(served in fine bone china natura..
Dyma Gartref

Dyma Gartref

A Poem by Beccy


On the hillsabove the grey houses,but below the azure skythere are ghostsgoing about their business.Some are gossamer,they dance unconcerned,others ar..
It seemed like only yesterday

It seemed like only yesterday

A Poem by Beccy


An old man passed me in the high street,he was uneven in both gait and expression.I gazed steadfastly at the dress in the window,guiltily unwilling to..
Boot sale

Boot sale

A Poem by Beccy


It was only base metal and paste,polished, if slightly scratched glass,but the look in his eyes saidthat to him, it was pure goldwith a diamond bright..
Indelible

Indelible

A Poem by Beccy


I wrote this in the mind’s eyewhilst driving in my car,chasing clouds of incompleteso close and yet, so far;and as the wheels kept spinningfrom ..

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