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Ond aros yn y lle rhwng y ddau – Aled Jones Williams

I am large, I contain multitudes – Walt Whitman

 

Fiona and Lleucu 2014
Fiona with Lleucu

CROESO – diolch yn fawr am alw draw. WELCOME to my small corner in cyber-space. I live in Wales and, among other things, write poetry, fiction, non-fiction – and songs with Gorwel Owen. I teach creative writing, literature and humanities for the Open University, run creative writing workshops in my locality and direct the Ucheldre Literary Society and Rhwng: the Point Between. 

My themed creative writing days and courses go under the name of Eye of the Storm. My aim there is to facilitate and share the exploration of writing and reading as an act of generative empowerment and self/world enquiry (from the Latin quaerere meaning ‘to seek, to ask’), which can foster curiosity in being here, as inter-relating subjects. Interestingly, ‘curiosity’ (which, we were told as children ‘killed the cat’) is akin etymologically to ‘care’ (Latin, ‘cura’), perhaps because when we are curious, we are drawn closer into relationship with others and this can lead to caring, and when we care, we become curious, in this sense, about the other’s wellbeing.

I am also qualified as a Focusing Practitioner, my primary mentor being Kay Hoffmann.

My most recent collection of poems is The Green Gate, published by Cinnamon Press, and our latest CD is Releasing Birds. I edited an anthology of poetry and prose for The Vaughan Association entitled At Time’s Edge in memory of a very dear poet friend, Anne Cluysenaar, who tragically lost her life at the beginning of November 2014. Images by painter Ann Johnson. Further information is available by clicking the various links on this site.

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After Images by Matthieu Ricard

Would like to say something that cuts through
but all I have are black birds on two posts
where prayer flags flutter

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Full of love, full of love –
the black bird flies
between the mountain cleft

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Hold me to heart but
let the bird fly

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As still as frost
on a leaf-head

I felt the season’s
shift

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In all the plays of light
and flashes of wing –

the simple drama
turns the eye in.


In The Green Gate
(Cinnamon Press, 2015)



Note: This poem was written in response to images from Matthieu Ricard's book  
Motionless Journey: From a Hermitage in the Himalayas

 

 

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