There are about a dozen poems quoted in The Dark Trilogy that are not published in Mostly Welsh. Here is one of them!
The Interface
Books make visible the writer’s soul
Which bleeds its angst by pen:
Spread thin across life’s whited bowl
A thin red stain of madeleineBooks may offer us an author’s eye
That ensnares the reader within its brail
Or should writers light the reader’s sky
And tear apart the shadowy veil?Books will hold the writer’s thought
And bridge the gap twixt pen and readers
A mystic link so carefully wrought
To blazon unicorns among the cedarsThe writer’s flame burns bright with drama
With thanks to Proust, Baudelaire, Auden and di Lampedusa
As ashes from a tortured mind combust
For in the writing there must be karma:
Finding peace in a little heap of livid dust
