Aground by Ronnie Smith



Ronnie Smith grew up in the west of Scotland some time ago. He has been lucky enough to travel as widely as he had hoped. He has lived in Romania and now in the south of France where the open landscapes provide much of the inspiration for his more recent writing. A lot of Ronnie’s poetry comes from nature although he also contributes articles on politics and culture to a number of online publications. However, poetry is taking over.































Stripped of its bark,

in a cold sun.

Stern stuck firm,

roots petrified

by the salt.


Candelabra on shingle

The mystery

of tides, the storm

now a hush

of melting waves.



Ronnie Smith