A ghosting wave
shakes the muttering
kaleidoscope of wet shingles
but
in the wind's afternoon
grassy ripples
music our rememberings.
A yellowing birch leaf
twists on the stream -
Is it we who are timeless?*
What brought the old
rubber tyre and the rusty tin
to mud-caked marshes?
The wall is a riddle
of lichen and black beetles
drenched in daylight.
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The voice could be the voice of the Tylwyth Teg
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YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
