Skittish in the greenish guttering corners of the terracotta waves Tessellating like a childish sea, The careering harbingers of the sun are returned from Africa Without ever divining the why. Beguiled into their pilgrimage by some caprice of its gravity, They are the obedient congregation flocking to dance for their deity, For the blinding star, Reigning omnipotent once more Over the modestly stuttering and reticent, British summer sky.
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 