Reclaimed Land (for Bute) #NationalPoetryDay

The pinnacle… Follow the lights and you will find the gold. A Severn wind rattles the soul, Rain like pins my face a cushion. Edifice a vision, wooden windows a fact, a collection of faces glued in community, Now divided again by scheme-funded foolery. To escape is to renounce Only with strength comes intrinsically. As … More Reclaimed Land (for Bute) #NationalPoetryDay