Owain Glyn


Owain Glyn Poems

1. My Discovery 11/19/2012
2. Do You Remember? 11/19/2012
3. Thoughts 11/19/2012
4. Christmas Cheer 11/19/2012
5. Never Go Back 11/20/2012
6. That Cat 11/20/2012
7. The Price To Pay 11/20/2012
8. The Morning After 11/21/2012
9. Ghosts 11/26/2012
10. If (I Only Had One Leg) 11/26/2012
11. Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday) 11/29/2012
12. The Magic Forest (Part One) 12/1/2012
13. If I Had Time 12/2/2012
14. Men In Grey Suits 12/3/2012
15. In Rest 12/3/2012
16. The Magic Forest. (Part Two, Stu's Tale) 12/3/2012
17. My Journey 12/6/2012
18. Our Sovereign (The Queen's Jubilee) 12/19/2012
19. This One And Only Life 12/19/2012
20. A Tear For Christmas 12/20/2012
21. The Traveller 12/21/2012
22. No Resurrection 1/7/2013
23. Now The (Christmas) Party's Over 1/9/2013
24. I'M Not Frightened (Really) 1/10/2013
25. The Temperance Club 1/16/2013
26. Vegetable Abuse 1/16/2013
27. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Two Dad's Tale 1/17/2013
28. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Three Mum's Tale 1/17/2013
29. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Four, A Brother's Tale 1/19/2013
30. My Son, My Son 1/19/2013
31. Recovery 1/21/2013
32. Tamara 1/23/2013
33. A Call To Arms (Dedicated To Sunprincess) 1/26/2013
34. Legacy (Dedicated To Lynnefyncherspringarden) 1/27/2013
35. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Five A Sister's Tale 1/27/2013
36. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Six Aunties Tale 1/30/2013
37. Without You 1/30/2013
38. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Six Marie Fights Back. 2/3/2013
39. Constant Inconstancy 2/10/2013
40. Just You 2/10/2013
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Aberfan

In 1966, in a small village in South Wales, on the 21st. of October, Pantglas Junior School was engulfed by a slide of mud and coal slag. One hundred and forty four souls lost their lives, including one hundred and sixteen children.


The sky was grey and sullen
Shrapnel rain struck window pane.
Inside sat fresh scrubbed faces
Pink with expectation.

Hair, filled with mischief
Notes passed, with intention.
Teachers with vocation
Intent on revelation.

Unearthly sounds reverberated
Silent breaths were held.
Death's hounds were near, and ...

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Christmas Cheer

Every year it comes around, this season of goodwill,
When visitors we truly loathe, come round and drink their fill.
Relatives we haven't seen, since nineteen fifty four,
Discover where we're living, and come knocking at the door.

We end up going shopping, spending cash we haven't got,
Filling up the Credit Cards, as if we've lost the plot.
We buy for all and sundry, and then we buy some more,
As if we've quite forgotten, that it all needs paying for.

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