Friday, 28 November 2014

Mixed feelings in Snowdonia

After walking the lush green valleys of the Clywd, the Elwy, the Aled and the Conwy, it was sad to see the majesty of the mountains so harshly treated...

Welsh slate
They gouged deep scars in your beauty
tearing the skin
blood flowing hard and grey. 

As if in sympathy
sad terraces streak your face
running down to pool
in the flooded cemetery square.

It’s hard to see the beauty
under your disfigurement -
the raw wounds draw the eye. 

The healing green is slow to grow
on these dark rocks.
Only the snow pulls over
a cold white sheet.

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