Embroidering on the truth, the mundane becomes an illuminated fable; An intrigue of complexity without worldly meaning or morality, Important only for its fine silken threads of beauty, Gorgeous in that sweet endeavour for a fabulous ideal; The grail of a pure emotion given sublime expression. And like the white lilies that garland the soul with their innocent blossom, These delicate dreams of purity shall entwine about my brief existence; Precious beyond any wearisome logic or inane reason.
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 