I am sharing this tribute to Terry Pratchett – courtesy of the wonderful poet, Marc Mordey. The colour of magic What’s this? The Discworld suddenly stilled. The Librarian utters a muffled, choking Ook! Angry mutterings issue from a star dusted, rainbow...
My Angels were Singing – a poem for St David’s Day by Marc Mordey I stood near the house where Grace once lived, My angels were singing. I watched as birds and daffodils dived. My angels were singing. It’s spring and the sun bursts fat and alive. And my angels...
