Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Pembrokeshire
A landscape - scooped and crested -
dark in imagining
light streaming over waves
fields - tilled earth -
zig zagging towards distant
mountains and jagged
heaped headlands .
Whinning sea wind
makes metal gateways moan -
drone
Tibetan music in the air
( a fitting monody for so gaunt a scene )
And I considered
the stangeness
of lonely Winter days - looking out upon
the white pagan saintly seas -
stranger even than silent snow in city suburbs .
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