‘Conversations With Birds’ is Ian Griffiths first collection and as you would expect birds feature in most of the poems. They are not however the principal subjects of the poems but a means by which the poems remain rooted in the natural world of which we are physically and spiritually a part.
As a child Ian spent a great deal of time in the woods or on the cliffs and beaches of the Gower coast where he lived. as a young boy.
'I spent my time identifying and observing the birds and creatures, who were my natural companions. As a child one does not doubt ones connection with the natural world and ones ability to communicate on some level with it.'
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‘Enough to Love a Multitude’ is Peter Watkins first published collection of poems. Many of his poetic motifs in the collection arise from the gentle landscape & slow rivers of Suffolk in which he finds divinity, solace, and inspiration. This collection is both personal & universal in its exploration of the vicissitudes of life and the soul’s journey through the archetypal dark wood. It is about the consolation & redemption to be found in nature. Above all it is an invocation of love.
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The poems and paintings in this collection are a testament to Dave Martin’s profound and long lasting attachment to the coastal path of Pembrokeshire.
£10.00 (plus postage and packing) Extract from SPS 12 Rivers magazine- review by Pat Jourdan This is the voice of someone endlessly searching for a spirtual fulfilment, and looking for clues and significance in the certainty of those rocks. The liminal, mystical floats over the precise scientific names of the rocks, era by era of geological time....Pre Cambrian, Ordovician and Silurian worlds. Dave Martin's task is to knit the two - like sky and soil together. Each poem shows a different approach which he likens to a pilgrimage. He is seeking a deeper spiritual meaning in poem after poem with the working of a deeper symmetry and sees Wales itself At the horizon of time/where the birth of myth meets/The jagged thrust of rock. |
