The mark of the Dragon

Fiery dragon’s-claw
Scars the Welsh skyline.
Feels like coming home
Now we are in the
Land of my Mother’s…

Welsh dragon claw

Six Word Saturday – Touched by the Sun God

Rainclouds thrown into relief – sunset enhanced.

The Divine Forge

The Sun dips and Hell and Heaven combine;

there does Coelus forge the cloud corona –

molten gold shaped  on his anvil and cooled with

incalculable vapour droplets.

Fire in the sky.

Daylight Moon

It’s not dark,
yet a silvered lemon-slice moon
hangs in the sky
waiting to float
on a sea of midnight dreams –
morning will come soon enough;
dousing us with
its daylight reality.


In a sky
filled with passing souls,
whose do they represent
I wonder…

The centre of everything

the sky hangs
like the internal muscles
of some
celestial beast.
Rays from
the source of life
radiate from its
We the creation,
held captive within
the vast glowing womb,
can only look and

The Sea of Tranquility

A tear in the sky reveals the apricot lining behind the folds of a floating indigo mountain range – below, an almost-silhouetted rowing boat glides effortlessly on this tranquil evening ocean.

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