Dedicated to my circle of delicious poets: John Etheridge (, Elizabeth Cook ( and Jordan Roe (
Working virtually
the PenDragons are poetry’s
rough hewn ships on the tide of life
casting inky anchors deep, 
diving minds for matter,
sifting happenings for collateral
worthy of our keep.
We make no promises
seaweed catches on our bows
best intentions dashed
by errant storm, becalmed
by sleeping muse,
yet still compelled, we push
through ode and villanelle
divining subtle truths.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

15 thoughts on “PenDragons”

  1. rough hewn ships on the tide of life– love this line Julia! Compelled we push…indeed
    greatness as usual

  2. Well, I must say, as one of the PenDragons that I am honored. And a little daunted. In this circle, when it comes to “divining subtle truths” I feel more like the proverbial bull in the subtlety shop than a master seaman tossed in “rough hewn ships on the tide of life”. Still…Wonderful poem! Thank you! 🙂

  3. I’m amazed with each line, they are beautiful compositions.

    You are making a promise, without compromising the act of being a writer. You arrive gloriously—keep plucking your acute brows, Julia Dean-Richards. Blessings.

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