The Angel Coast or Unexpected Gold

Bright heaven has let down her guard And falls be-dazzled on the winter sea The torrent breakers grey and wild Erupt in scintillating cries of light Bright platinum flashing white and flecked with unexpected gold. How came this glorious gift To such a cold stone shore? The whitening chalk cliffs, tender Honoured yet, breathe phantom…

Welcome to The Bard School!

‘The Bard School has been a light in the darkness for me and water in the desert.  It has sustained me in my calling as an artist and as a Christian.’  Karolina Stolarska, MA in philosophy and theology, developing as a poet, visual artist and creative facilitator. ‘The Bard School is a place where I can…

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