Driven drowsy by that most sweet indulgence; Under the glowing canopy, golden as a halo, We lay overcome by an indecent beauty. A perfumed zephyr crept discreetly through our chamber, Fluttering the veils of vermillion above the heavy damask And caressing the baroque marble like a dancing innocent; And wafting on its movement, I thought I could just discern The soft beating of the tethered gondolas, Gently riding at ease in the plashing night.
Paul, a poet following the tradition of the land of his birth, was born and raised in the small village of Caerau, in the beautiful Lynfi valley of South Wales, and is now resident in Bristol, England. He has enjoyed a variety of different ‘careers’, including working on archaeological excavations, and for many years earning his living as a professional artist. He has travelled extensively in Europe, with an especial love for the cities of Paris, Florence and Venice, and has a great interest in philosophy, literature, history and the arts, which is reflected in his work. Paul says that he searched for years to find the right medium to truly express his ideas, and at last found the answer in poetry, something he has read and enjoyed all his life. In his own words, ‘When I started writing verse, I felt like a prodigal son being welcomed back to the home I left, many years, and many choices ago.’
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Paul Carpenter - Poet 