We are delighted to welcome a very limited edition of Maytree 001.
With a new design for 2023, Swn y Morloi has been republished due to popular demand following Hannah’s recent book tours.
Hannah will be taking the book back to where the story of Swn y Morloi first began when she tours the Pembrokeshire coastal area in September 2023.
To celebrate, we have a very limited number of copies available for purchase right here if you’re unable to make any of Hannah’s readings.
“Two star cottage. No electricity precludes higher grade.”
The cottage makes its own acoustics.
Cast-iron stove throws off clicks;
its charge of logs pop and whine.
Soft breaths whisper up the funnel of oil lamps;
matches scratch and flare as they catch
the wick of candles placed beside the open book,
where, biscuit in hand, the boy devours pictures
from Collins’ Guide to Birds. Mouths ‘Chough’
as he spider-writes a date and grid ref.
Chews the syllables of its other-tongued name –
His sister’s eyes are red-riding-hood-wide
as she recites all she has learned about sea otters.
At night, the wind rocks their duvet nests in the crog loft,
murmurs tomorrow’s secrets into the shells of their ears.
Surely something is trapped here,
where tractors hem the selvage
of grass round the burial chamber.
Slabbed roof and uprights are freighted with purpose,
the whole site jealous of the liberties taken
by breezes blowing inshore between the stones.
It seems impertinent
to look through the gap
for a sea view to wrap this sight in,
as if admiring the sun’s dalliance
with clouds might cause amnesia
about the lives buried here,
beneath rock, beneath sod, earthed
in rites old and lost as their bones,
hidden in antique fonts on the map.