Malvern Spoken Word

Summer’s End All day there’s been a warning in the skies. Now, with evening’s gloom too soon arrived, a swell rolls past the headland, past ...

A Play On Words When I first noticed you, walking away Into a bright new day, beneath this veneer It was startlingly clear that I had no ide...

From Piers Plowman by William Langland One summer season when the sun was still soft, I set off like a sheep in a shaggy woollen smock, The...

Ode to Those Long Past Beneath the waning sun’s unbroken gaze, Where winds intone their ageless, mournful song, The standing stones in solem...

Cwmmy Crab  A stitchwort shift, a bluebell shawl, I’ll cast aside in dancing; hart’s tongue moist, fox gloves tall, blossom frail, confetti ...