Lynne Rees is a Welsh writer and editor. Her most recent publications, Real Port Talbot (2013 & 2021) and Remembering Morfa: Coal, Catastrophe & Courage (2020) explore stories from her hometown in South Wales through a collage of genres, including historical research, contemporary journalism, memoir, photography and poetry.
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Wow, that’s so lovely, like petrichor, almost tactile. It somehow fills the soul. Thank you, Lynne.
Do you mind if share this in my introduction to haiku to my trauma group?
This is just so nicely phrased , it clicks the lock tumblers of mindful sense.
plus, I like writing in this style of word shape,meaning,alliteration ..Hay is subject against scent/ centuries, turn centuries, turn loose, first/ centuries ..And the economy of and placing vowels,
Wow, that’s so lovely, like petrichor, almost tactile. It somehow fills the soul. Thank you, Lynne.
Ah, yes, thrilling. I. have turned hay and recall the smell. This stretches our senses as well as our sense of time.
So sensory! Thank you!
So evocative, Lynne!
Do you mind if share this in my introduction to haiku to my trauma group?
This is just so nicely phrased , it clicks the lock tumblers of mindful sense.
plus, I like writing in this style of word shape,meaning,alliteration ..Hay is subject against scent/ centuries, turn centuries, turn loose, first/ centuries ..And the economy of and placing vowels,
@darius s. – of course you may. Thank you for asking. And thank you for your lovely words.