by Owain Glyn The sky was grey and sullen Shrapnel rain struck window pane. Inside sat fresh scrubbed faces Pink with expectation. Hair, filled with mischief Notes passed, with intention. Teachers with vocation Intent on revelation. Unearthly sounds reverberated Silent breaths were held. Death’s hounds were near, and convocated Close upon this ground. Suddenly, theContinue reading “Aberfan”
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