Myfanwy And Glenys

We haven’t been here for years

At Pontfadog’s Swan Inn drinking beers

The cozy lounge’s open fire invites us to stay

Reminiscing, we talk of bygone days

 

Remembering our twin Aunties, Myfanwy and Glenys

When they giggled and blushed at our first public kiss

We were sitting upon our Aunties picnic rug

Under the ancient Pontfadog Oak

Overlooking the picturesque river Ceirrog

Gently flowing beneath the Bridge of Madoc

And down the road, the Glyn Valley Tram rolled in

Visitors alighting at the historic Tram Station building

We happily observed their contented smiles

Basking in the beautiful country-side of Pontfadog

 

We’re comfortably warm here, holding hands

Our aging dog’s laying on your lap, a white bundle of bliss

A gift from our dear Aunties, Myfanwy and Glenys

Proudly we had named her “Pontfadog”

 

Ivor Steven (c) Β 2018

 

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

43 thoughts on “Myfanwy And Glenys”

    1. The story line is fiction, but my mum did have twin aunties, Myfanwy and Glenys who lived in southern England, and my sister’s name is Myfanwy, and I tied it all together using the Welsh town of Pontfadog. My writers group prompt this week was “If I ever had a Pet I’d call it Pontfadog”

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      1. I tried to imagine myself there with Carole, our little dog Lily, and the picnics we used to go on, so I guess it was close to being real, just a different location. xx

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  1. Now that’s a pub
    We here are caught…
    A bar stool is money
    If you ain’t drinking……
    No time to gather your thoughts in front of a fire
    Beautiful Sentiment
    The missing and remembering
    Ah time passes slowly your way

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    1. I’m so pleased 😌 you liked my story, although a fictional tale, Pontfadog is a lovely village in Wales, and Myfanwy and Glenys were the names of my mums Aunties who lived in Southern England and I enjoyed writing this piece in response to my writers group prompt for this week, “if I ever had a pet I’d call it Pontfadog”

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      1. Some of the prompts that we have to respond to by next meeting are way out of my subject zone, but I’ve seemed to come up with a poem that’s ok each time, like this weeks answer with Myfanwy and Glenys, it made me do some background research about the word Pontfadog, and I formed some expressive words from there.

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  2. Lovely, just lovely! I thought it a return to days gone by in your mind’s eye, only to discover whilst reading the comments that it is in part fiction. No matter, it remains a wonderful picture made of words. I love the names Myfanwy and Glenys…I had an Auntie Glenys, a dear friend of my Gram. Thank-you!

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