Hywel Vaughan-Davies

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Winter

Winter's icy fingers snap rime clad branches;
dragging splintered boles to a hoary moonlit hinterland.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Nosferatu, Frankenstein -

Ice on spine
chillers from the
golden age of gothic ghouls.

What is so ball
scrunchingly creepy?

All that remains
are monochrome phantoms.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Poetry

words flow
like honey
through the
hives of our minds

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Picnic Bites

tangy vine tomatoes
picnic bites that drip on happy chins

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Rain

Darting silver threads
sewn without visible seam
into muddy pools.
A moment of clarity
then turbidity returns.

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

The Guitar Strings Rust

the guitar strings rust
dead skin clings to icy steel
frozen melody

Hywel Vaughan-Davies Oct 2018

Observing Snowflakes

Observing snowflakes;
with each icy nuance glittering,

I forget my burning feet.