Blackthorn is muscular all year flexing         macho bones                     angles                              points but       in May blackthorn turns transvestite all froth of frocks        all bridal bright all frilly and            all lady-like     all May Ball Queen in petal white From Fiona Owen, O My Swan (pamphlet, out of print).


Snowdrops are up in our garden, already, because, I suppose, it is so mild, and they make me think of the poem by Waldo Williams, where he endows this small flower with courage because, for all its delicacy and ‘modesty’, it still pushes through hard, inhospitable conditions – winter earth –  ‘like steel’ to lead … More Eirlysiau

Dad’s Mahonia

Every year, 22nd November marks the day on which my dad died in 2004. It’s been fourteen years now. Mum followed five years later. It was as if something in her began to leave soon after Dad passed …  The mahonia in our garden is one that Dad gave us years ago. It’s still here, … More Dad’s Mahonia