Poetry

Leap

One wild, unfettered leap past

tear-stained moor memories,

crashing, gasping, on bald rocks.

Gone the aching days and cloud-

swept skies by youth uncounted.

Rest lies in dappled shallows.

I have danced on distant shores.

I have swum in dark places.

In forest pools I yearn for home.

Ogwr Fach, February/Mis Chwefror 2020