Writing

The Wind that Shook the Daffodils: A Memory Story by K. S. Moore The St David's Day concert was one of the highlights of the Primary...

I thought I'd share some poetry with you as Christmas rapidly approaches! This poem was inspired by a snowy Brecon Beacons, witnessed some years back.

Dead Nettle, the words have a rattle. Death should not belong to soft lilac, or even the green, wing-like leaves that dress you, coquettish weed.

It's natural, when entering a new year, to look back at the previous twelve months and I must say, 2013 was a very positive year for me.

'Blossom' is a poem for spring and its flyaway beauty. I was inspired to write it after reading a number of...

Angel cold, the wet-nosed rain became a crochet shower - star-shaped, bon-bon powdery, tentative, childlike, shy and soft.

It's a mystery, how the mind leaps from primitive sound to intricate, webbed sentence,

I’ve always been fascinated by the story of the Cottingley Fairies. At the age of seven, the thought of two girls managing...

To Ahenny where slate spills from the land like prehistoric teeth.I bite back, snap with my new camera, angled for scenic views, fail to capture that dead outreach,