Poetry Blogs (Maelor Gawr)
The Land of a Giant
Between the dark Ystwyth and the angry sea
We walked the cold stone beach
From the swirling river mouth
To the striated rocks beneath the southern cliff
Their upended strata pointing the way across Tan y Bwlch
Beyond the town beneath its northern cliffs
A Celtic god watches and menaces
Black Lugus on Pen ddinas Maelor:
We brave his fierce storms which shade our day
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Thursday 1st March 2018 3:29 pm
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