Biography of Jacqui Thewless
Jacqui Thewless Poems
Strange Thoughts, Tonight.
Last evening sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
Love’s loss is endless. There will be no recovery of the thing that is lost –
They were still sorting it ready we thought you never know the time in Wales and dinna bother tae
Blessing For Your Heart
On your far journey, with the sun at your back, may you be always meeting Kindness, Gentleness and Pardon,
Haiku (5) : For The Way The Wind Blow...
i before it recedes a tide brings you the present
For The Girl In The Shelter
Brick by brick we are building a future with our own hands -
I was twelve years old. The one-man band from Duluth with harmonica
The Writing Class At Lampeter
Pens are lifted and there’s the click; the shuffling of sheaves as we out-breathe and then’s the intersection of an insistent bird’s trill;
in council houses and manicured estates - imagine whistles!
9 Haiku For My Kids
Rowen, my first child: her first glimpse of me / her mum's first hint of glory.
Poem For Ben, Who Said: There Is No Mo...
A book of poems isn’t worth the price of petrol for someone’s gas-guzzling battle into work one day by car.
Tin Tabernacle, Pembroke
All week, I’m waiting to go in to that little, homely, stable-of-a-place where nothing could be simpler than the grace of God.
One day another giant will come – almost certainly a woman with hindsight and a strong
Every year in winter I forget what spring is like. Here in Pembroke, and throughout the county, the first harbinger is a white froth of Blackthorn blossom – before the first greening of trees. Yet white is cool; a chaste colour. Later, when the first young green leaves in the hedgerows peep, a sense of warmth to come is quickened and our spirits lift.
At home, I feed the garden birds until the end of March. It is a rare treat to catch a glimpse of the wren.
buoyant winter bird
hidden in t