Then was the girl in a white dress dancing; Dancing through cool silver trees, In slow motion depths of dark shadows And eclipse of stilled branches ease. Turning, Flowing, Wondering, Billowing, Fleeting ghost in heaven’s time running On moon-cast glistening beams; Flying on ribboned shoes caressing, Gentled by the measure of her dreams. Night birds begin to sing softly, High in their fan of sinuous vaulting, Flashing in lightning tracery gleams; As pavanes of angels cross the dimming sky With their spheres of light before them, To witness alone this precious haunting Evocation of the evening star.
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 