Magical sunset at Caerwenfor
Gordon has published a volume or poems including this one using Amazon’s CreateSpace facility, and you can read on the Amazon website some of the background to the book’s publication. Gordon has agreed to donate the royalties to Epilepsy Action, in memory of his second son Craig, a professional photographer, who died from epilepsy 16 years ago.
The poem is reproduced below, thank you Gordon for sharing it with us
Close to the house with the grass roof
on the Ceredigion coast
there is a burial mound.
Here inside, we too are buried
beneath the wind-stroked, windswept grass.
Below the grass, the glass
of four wide windows
reveals – and revels in – the seen
and sometimes unseen sea,
six hundred feet below:
lapping, washing, whipping
the foot of this sea hill so steeply sloping
down brown-green bracken,
green and golden gorse,
and brown or green or sometimes purple heather.
It is land so long untrodden
apart from posts precisely placed
to fix and fence the flocks
that once would wander here,
fearless of falling –
unlike their shepherds, with their dogs,
who remain forever fearful.
But now there is a surer way
athwart this fearful land:
a path – with purpose, and for pleasure,
constructed with glad craftsmanship,
plundering the coastal views
of sea, and sky, and ground
for storing in the mind
or – likelier – for capturing on camera:
creating a true treasure trove
to be unearthed in years to come, and one day found,
in a different kind of burial mound.
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