Willemien Spook ‘De honderd-dagen-vogel’ translated by Margriet Boleijwith Mary Burdett-Jones It swerves and swings, skims and glitters,curves and drifts, dives and twitters.A jubilant srie-srie! cleaves the airfull of jumble-bumble of tumble flightsupwards and downwards, up and once more:srie-srie! srie-srie! It’s…
(for Elissa R. Henken) The withered leaf of a holly tree delineates your life – the prickles of circumstances remain but the flesh has decayed to a gossamer of poems, a fine beauty, curves which toss and turn languages; the…
The Memorial Eurig Salisbury dolen i ‘The Memorial’
Sea of lanterns Eurig Salisbury dolen i ‘Sea of lanterns’
The Little Things Eurig Salisbury dolen i ‘The Little Things’
(13 December 1982-22 August 1985) John Henry Jones (1909-1985) No butterfly grew old.Rainbows fade with the rain,colours in the mind remain. Flowers fall beneath the plough,petals bruised and blossoms benton the air still sweet their scent. Birds are quiet in…
Discovering old haunts and making them new,intensifying sky’s blue and fields’ green into turquoise,conjuring up shapes from the long silencewith the power of ogam on stone in the landscape of the mind,life drawing one of the oldest symbols – a…