Biography of Angharad Davies
Born and brought up in Wales, Uk, (not England) . I have always tried to write, and here are a few attempts. Thank you for looking me up!
Angharad Davies Poems
That's Just The Way It Is
I forget that I have the capacity to feel anything Then, You Come silently into view, You shake me awake.
When I was young I saw Love hanging from a bough Like a star burning bright
The Decision To Love
I felt it coming Strange monsoon I was stretched and compressed The heart harpoon
I don't remember, Where has it gone? Did the wind whistle in and take it? Did you see it?
In the watery depths of my womb, There lies a shipwreck Its mast and frame made of you and I It cries Freedom from within
Your love for me is now dry In your heart, the crisp skin Flakes fall from your mouth And bury me
Sometimes I can make myself invisible, It's true, All I need is you:
I love the rain that fell that day Between the pillars and the stone We ran like charged children Through lightening and storm
I am a man whose heart is yet to break My Tower is upright and knows no fire I am intact
Now I am lost And the rain falling Does not touch me It falls around me
Your head bent, 'sorry' you say And all I see is a lanscape of self pity The weakness of a naughty boy Gazing up at me from the eyes of a man
There is a strange, almost physical stir within, Like a puppett on a string, the pull on the sea
The Leaves That Are Rattling On The Tree...
I can hear them, Like distant childrens voices They tap at the window and when I look they are gone.
I love the rain that fell that day
Between the pillars and the stone
We ran like charged children
Through lightening and storm
Drenched in stars, in light and half light
We broke through the church
To contain the might