Poetry Friday
39. A Wales Special
After last week’s
ode to Vietnam, two poems this week from closer to home, inspired by a drive
along the A470 in Wales between Brecon and Merthyr Tydfil.
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The A470 – The highway to Heaven?
Roads scattered
with snack vans
golden vistas
with the scent of bacon baps,
flashes of
yellow remind us this is Wales.
murky mountains
with misty moustaches
curled dragons
asleep, their skin rusty green
Roadside
chapels remind us this is Wales.
Secret viaducts
rise from nowhere,
vast reservoirs
shimmer in the sun
lambs bleat to
remind us this is Wales.
For a moment I
wonder, is this heaven?
then the road
drops
and Merthyr
Tydfil remind us this is Wales.
Cusp of the Storm
Walking on the
cusp of the storm
the tightrope between blue sky
and black.
rain spots one
cheek
whilst sun
bakes the other
a delicate
balancing act
as I tiptoe
along the rainbow.
Thank you for
tuning in. Poetry Friday next week will come from Croatia.
Have a good
weekend.
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