Sunday, 30 August 2015

Anniversary Poem

(In response to RSThomas' poem 'Anniversary')

This mystic, lovely land
has bid us welcome,
bleached as driftwood
upon its stranger shores

We breathe
its salty, fern-drenched air,
and wash our tired eyes
in its gentling rain,
grateful for the sweet colours
drifting down its valleys
to the sea

We sleep enfolded,
our older bodies familiar
as breath and bone
and, morning-waking,
smile around each other
in the kitchen

'The one child' is grown,
seeking his own
hungry dragons,
elsewhere across th' unfolding universe

It is as it is.

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