TYRGAWEN

by Helen Robinson

from the red kite's double croak
to seagull scream
Twywn station
pastel horizon
mist in fields
birch trees beside the track
slivers of blue sky
filtered sunlight
cloud with a silver lining
ebb-tide estuary
rippled curves
of gleaming water
over the stones
of Llewelyn's castle
the wind as it ever was
October heat
flies moving in
frantic dances

Helen Robinson

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