Axe A poem by Rachel Carney in response to a photograph of a Neolithic Axe from Mynydd Bwlfa All we have left of you is this green axe worn smooth in places, shaped and wielded over [...]
Daily Flights A poem by Rachel Carney in response to ‘Nesting Time’ by Karin Mear Search for the softest down, the brightest rain, the drift of a cloud, the blink of an eye. Search for a twig of [...]
Virtual Poet in Residence I’m so pleased to become a Virtual Poet in Residence at the Cynon Valley Museum for the month of June. Just over a year ago, when I visited the museum for the first [...]
