A BLEAKNESS AND BEAUTY
Battering wind upon its knife edged fronds
powerfully cast an eerie blackness over the Darren.
at the light fed specks in the vista of blackness
hosting a parochial warmth in your perceptions;
Fields and green that
maintain the harvest.
Up there at its yonder point tills the farmworker and son
breaking down the barriers of a time long gone.
toil of pastures and beyond, reap the harvest that
will feed the valley hunger and thirst many times.
Vigourous is the night air that freshens lungs and fragrances soul
for within the valley’s lifeblood
lies its pulse.
Darren bach your heartbeat is the growth of the ground you lie on
suspended above the bleak gelded copper
The Welsh voice of this land sings ever more strongely
exalting the praises of a home brimmed with its own
Stark contrasts will bleach the cloth shrouding the mound
as if it were some great cover of sanctuary.
Deep within we feel that alive is the beat of the Celt’s
tambour; straddled between this and that parish.
within is the soul that circles and lands on a
Brythonic mist blowing in from the channel over mound
Shackled to the darkening sky lies the Darren’s breath.
inspired by the Darren mountain on view from our garden in Llangynwyd