Dyma Gartref

Dyma Gartref

A Poem by Beccy

On the hills
above the grey houses,
but below the azure sky
there are ghosts
going about their business.

Some are gossamer,
they dance unconcerned,
others are dark clouds,
brooding, 
closing out the sun.

It matters not
as I chose the fragrance,
the coolness of clean air,
the wind songs, everlasting,
healing,  teaching of the
cycle of death & rebirth.

I can hear the land sleeping,
see the sheep, still as monuments,
a handful, specks of white grazing.
They might have been there forever,
scenting as I do, the fragrance 
that lies all on the place.

The clock ticks, still I cannot leave;
instead, I listen as I am sung to
in different voices;
those of castles and cottages,
battle cries of ancient victories,
the joy of the tilling of the soil;
and so I walk the deep summer day
as careless, like tidemarks,
the hedgerows become laden 
with blackthorn and may.

By and by, a rabbit tilts its head
above a grassy slope; inquisitive,
hearing, as I do, the songs, 
though time has long erased
the written stone;
and sunlight no longer falls
on castle walls and cottages 
that hug the ground, as stone 
without memory - left around.

But the rabbit knows. 

© 2017 Beccy



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Thank you Ken. I suppose this is something of a meditation, which is what I expect you are referring to when you mention echoes of 'Meditation on the A30.' Not sure myself, but I feel both honoured and unworthy of the comparison.

Beccy.

Posted 1 Month Ago


I may be way off beam here but I hear echoes of Betjeman here and his meditations on the A30.
A surburban poem of the first order.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Love the way this poem begins.
The ghosts are just going about their business.
There's always a time, usually about four in the morning, when the earth stirs. Ghosts say goodbye, and the rabbits smell the air.


Posted 2 Months Ago


Oh yes, the rabbit KNOWS... you've managed to chill my coffee... well done!

Posted 2 Months Ago


You are a very talented and masterful at this kind of mesmerizing poetry. I love it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


I'm not sure if you're familiar with Robinson Jeffers but I mention him because this poem reminded me of his work. He was also a fan of weaving nature into his poetry. I'm a huge fan of his and it may be someone whose work I feel you'd enjoy if you aren't already. The integration of nature into your poets voice is flawlessly delivered in each line along side of what I felt were existentialist musings.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Excellent invocation and homage to the ancient spirit of nature and place. We are lucky when we have such feelings I reckon. Well captured in words.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Is there such a thing as beautifully ominous? If so your poem nailed it. Great work.

Posted 2 Months Ago


I am for once lost for words, but these ones of yours have just sent a shiver down my spine. They are truly special Beccy and I am sure there are many of us out here who would be proud to have penned them, I know for sure I would......All Good Things, Neville

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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I'm forty one, single and have a lovely eleven year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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