Pembrokeshire – the first few days of February 2015
Posted: February 5, 2015 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Carningli, Pembrokeshire, Poem 4 CommentsHush!
The moon, a fat yellow cheese,
gobbles the duskling skyline above Morfa Head.
Later, silver tongued and stealthy
it lights the path for a night time wander
as three dogs and I
ghost along the lanes
badgered, foxed, rabbit worn, and,
turning for home and the deep bliss of the warm bed,
far out on the horizon
a ships light splits sea from sky
and hangs, suspended and watchful.
Yesterday
grey rocks grinned upon the hillsides
spiked, toothsome,
scarring the mountain, snow bleached and soft pillowed.
Today, we walked below Carningli
warmed by thin winter sun
though the wind, when able,
did not hesitate to cut a cruel song,
the grass frost blasted and resentful.
Hush!
A horse nickered,
dogs cavorted and capered,
occasionally raising a sceptical ear to the distant cries of long lost cousins.
Jet planes droned above
buzzing the sea shadowed sky.
Across the valley,
a ragged stone wall crooked a finger,
beckoning, cajoling
“walk on, follow me”.
The hills, plumped and greened,
sun plumed, farm groomed,
sweet air steamed,
all, carelessly platformed
nature framed,
snapshot and scattered
Pembrokeshire, adrift,
ship shaped and sand blasted,
ever kind
to my mind’s eye.
5/2/15
