rainy damp valleys with rivers and forests flowing from the hill
warm tea clotted cream jam and scones do remind me
hills towering above Kidwelly castle with
pylon clusters like contemporary art across the land
rain coming in waves like the tide across
mist rich grey skies
hills at forty-five degrees with fields packed in
someone styled cubism on them
it’s surrealistic and here
there are some more castrated hedges and fences
shabby roads along not so shabby views
of brushstrokes swades of gorse
white flecks of fluff speckled
between lush greens
holly Hazel ivy blackberry hedges and heather
clusters of black livestock
breaking the Picasso blues and green
hedgerows snaking around sandstone fields
on mounds packed together right up
to nearly tipping into the sea
with wind turbines planted for children to pick
This poem was published in Golden Hour - Hora Dorada
you can buy it by send a message with your address to
colm@ciarnain.com it costs 12€ + postage
here at Litteraturcentrum Kvu
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