Nature & Symbolism
Rich with metaphor and grounded in the natural world, these poems use flowers, seasons, and storms to explore emotion, transformation, and the fragile beauty of life.
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Gwnewch y Pethau Bychain
In a world that keeps asking us to want more, move faster and consume without end, Gwnewch y Pethau Bychain reflects on a changing North Wales landscape — and the small choices that may still make a difference.
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The Weeping Sentinel
I am not crying. You looked at me and decided that, didn’t you?
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Out Of Reach
I sit on my mobility scooteron Traeth Gele, watching waves roll infrom Liverpool Bay. The wind finds its rhythm—steady, unseen—turning blades on the horizon,white giantsharvesting what can’t be held. Nature,translated into energy. I sit there,watching,listening, as words come flying out of my mouth—too fast, too many—scattering like spray. I reach for them,try to catch each one,but they slip through— and I can’t hold them all. My words tumble and crashlike waves against the shore. They break on rocks I didn’t choose,scatter into pieces I try to gatherwith hands that don’t always dowhat I ask of them. I collect what I can—fragments, edges, almosts—but the picture never comes togetherthe way people…
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Daffodil
From the earth, each spring they rise, Golden flames beneath wide skies. A nation’s bloom, both bold and bright, A symbol of strength, of hope, of light. Wales has claimed this flower fair, Yellow as laughter, warm as care. Green as the grass of home so dear, Sung by Tom with voice sincere. Its pointed tips—like Eryri’s height, A crown of gold, a nation’s might. A bloom of rebirth, of pride anew, A land resilient, strong and true. Yet beyond the hills and valleys wide, The daffodil stands for those who guide. A beacon of hope, a gentle grace, A hand to hold in life’s last place. Marie Curie’s emblem bright, Through darkest days, a guiding light. Not…
