Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, cuckoos, distance, Haiku, Haiku-ish, height, landscape photography, Mynydd Preseli, Pembrokeshire, photography, Poetry, Preseli hills, sky, the numinous, Wales, Śir Gar on June 3, 2020| Leave a Comment »
CARN INGLI HAIKU
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We are lost in its blue distance.
Carn Ingli praised by cuckoos.
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A gathering of sunlight.
In the shadows of Carn Ingli
Even the near becomes distant.
Humming bees.
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Some hills watch you for miles,
Knowing who you are, where you have been.
Carn Ingli, perched above the world.
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A flock of blue stones:
Cracked open are their doors.
Crowned in heather and whin
Is silent Carn Ingli.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Cambrian Mountains, distance, height, landscape, Llyn Brianne, nature, Poetry, Powys, road, stone, Wales on September 25, 2014| 4 Comments »
THE ROAD TO LLYN BRIANNE
There are,
There upon the turning road,
Great stones that watch
Without eyes,
Deep gullies with secrets
But no guilt,
A green, lined knotting,
A measurement of altitudes,
A satisfaction of soughing,
Where the treetops pin cloud
And the loud, round thin
Cry of hawks
And the surprising gorse
And the dusty heather.
At this height
The still, silent, drowning waters
Are steel half polished,
The vowels of ice and aeons
Carved into old valleys
And the grey, cracked rocks
Peer out shaping wind and runnel,
A shelter for moss
And little things hardly cared for.
They are persistently hopeful:
These lone fishers for gold,
Generators purring
Sifting the blood of old mountains,
The dust of suns.
And the sheep
Nonchalent as philosophers,
And the swoop of druid crows
On the diving road,
Where distance is down.
The world curved
And marvellous.
Crisp, cusped,
Drunk on vast views,
Descending at last,
A road less laboured
Between blanketed green,
Behedged, somewhat planned,
The roll into town,
A reassertion of time
Into space.
simonhlilly 