Glyn Hockey (Owain Glyn), born 3rd December 1950, passed 22nd October 2025
I am glad that I was able to see you earlier this year. I will cherish the time visiting you in Cornwall. Conversations with you have always been deep and meaningful, while we both keep our fun and rebellious spirit. For context, Glyn is my uncle!
I wrote this with you in mind:
Do you dare attempt.
I know you did.
And you did.
During your time you did.
They were wrote.
Read.
Scrawled, types, printed, published.
You dared and you did.
The words you combined, were combined by you.
You were brave, brave enough to begin.
And you finished. If not all then some, some enough, more than none.
Your death, poetic as you were, written as sure as certain, but you wrote.
You left memories, those only immediate will be able to reminisce. Poetry however, you’ve left that forever, dared, did, written and read.
His poems have been read over 2 million times on the popular Wattpad online community of authors, writers and poets. Windswept: Poems of Love by Owain Glyn is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
I would like to share one of his poems:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Ostensibly for water.
They were up there quite some time
And now they have a daughter.
Next time they climbed up the hill
They did so just for fun.
Spent a pleasant afternoon
And now they have a son.
Now Jack sits in his council flat
Deep in recollection.
Thinking, that in hindsight
He should have used protection!
Jack and Jill by Owain Glyn