Ann
A collection of poetry, short stories, haiku and monostich.
31/12/2023
In memory of you.
Is each light of the wheel.
As it slowly turns,
Year after year
In memory of you..
31/12/2023
A London trip is never complete without a trip to Foyles..
Which means 2024 is on for an inspirational start. Can't wait to read and start writing..!
Happy writing to all of you writers!
04/12/2023
Short story by Ann Rhys Tudball
Christmas Memories by Dylan Thomas
Christmas Memories Christmas Memories by Dylan Thomas.It was Christmas Eve and I left Browns early after a few pints of beer. I had been writing in the shed for most of the day while Caitlin made mince pies with the …
28/11/2023
12/11/2023
"Poppies" by Keiko Morita.
07/11/2023
Whatever the season
Whatever will be will be
When you are there or alone
I will always walk the path...
31/10/2023
I walk past while you sleep
I take cover while the autumn glow fades
But I stand over you for safeness
Where there will always be sun...
24/10/2023
It's quiet, so quiet
Away from the hustle and bustle
I search for the simple things
That nature brings in all ways...
12/10/2023
As the sun goes down
I take a walk in the woods
It's where I hear no sound
In the stillness of the autumn day...
06/10/2023
Image unknown
28/09/2023
Image Mark Adams
One Camera One Lens Photography
26/09/2023
He said..
You always create a sense of serenity when you come in to drink coffee and read your book.
☕️
26/09/2023
21/09/2023
18/09/2023
Image Ann Rhys Tudball
17/09/2023
Painting by Rukiye Garip.
08/08/2023
11/07/2023
30/05/2023
24/05/2023
Taken from remembering Fern Hill.
I hope in life we all encounter this at some stage.
14/05/2023
Remembering Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas.
When I sit alone and no one is bothering me I reflect on my childhood. Why did I have to grow up and become miserable?
I wrote about my childhood at Christmas, a time an adult will never love again, and holiday memories. Spending hours of fun with mam and dad and sometimes young Derrick, my best friend at the seaside. Nights at the seedy fairground which dad hated but me and young Derrick loved it! Why did I have to grow up and become miserable?
I put pen to paper one evening after a heavy night of drinking and wrote the words Fern Hill. I wipe away a tear that fell from my face. Fern Hill was my aunt Annie's farmhouse and I would go with mam and dad during hot summers. Thankfully we'd leave my sister there for weeks on end and then pick her up. In life, there will be something that will attract you like no other. It can't be explained to anyone which makes it so special. And why try to explain it, no one will understand anyway. It's a gift and one to be treasured forever. I put my pen down and gazed out the window. My head buzzed with memories of Fern Hill. More tears fell but I wrote until every beautiful moment was on paper.
I left the smudged words from my tears behind and went to bed. I slept alone and dreamt of Fern Hill. Why did I grow up and become miserable?
Words Ann Tudball
Photography and words Ann Tudball.