Eluned Cyfeiliog

I am Miss Eluned Cyfeiliog the Warm

lonely in my life

my blue eyes look for distant mountains

where no choirs or trumpets sound

In Llwnypia I am oppressed by grief

At Mynnydd Du melancholy stalks me

I sought the bishops and the holy men

but winter is cold and the ocean grey

I loved the forests quiet glades

Pity the maiden who lingers in such courts

Reviews

[Michael Oliver]

Read out loud this is simply beautiful - a perfect 10 lines of evocative images,of romance in it classic meaning. I really like this.

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Thank you Michael, I really should get out there and recite more often, Poetry is meant to be heard and it often does just get read