The Longest Day

2 09 2012

Silk of midnight cloud,

the tender reminder of an endless

June evening.

It is a lazy dark tonight, the moon

a pearl earring snagged on the penumbra

of Tryfan. The model village is dozing,

Then, a siren like a baby’s tired cry,

and helicopter flit as jarred insects.

Houses light up. The fire

is young but the windless night

shoulders the crackling.

The coil of flame drips down

the Conwy Valley and orange slick

snarls wider. Mist is choked

in a panic of smoke, the coolness

charged by risk. The tear

in the cloak of the mountain

is a sick loop through to the core

of centuries. It is midnight, the fire

grows like a rumour.

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17 responses

5 09 2012
n

Dear Glyn,
How is your Arthur coming along?

5 09 2012
glynfedwards

He’s almost six months to the day. Rolling, gurgling, raspberry blowing and becoming obsessed by the dog. He’s almost bigger than my fascination or stamina can keep up with. Do you have children?

22 09 2012
n

Dear Glyn, only now saw your reply after reading “Perce’.
Children, no, only words and 40some trees, real trees, in the ground.
I love your verse & call you Bard, & hope your lad is an idyll childe.

22 09 2012
glynfedwards

Thank you! At 6am this morning I’d have happily exchanged Arthur for a tree or two. Thanks again- you’re always very kind.

8 09 2012
beeseeker

Like the idea of “lazy” dark and the phrase “sick loop … centuries.” Written I guess on the longest day.

8 09 2012
glynfedwards

And a fire on a hillside growing out of control. The poems you wrote on the 5th have an addictive rhythm!

8 09 2012
beeseeker

many thanks, looking for some critical feedback: trying to match rhythm to subject/content.
Wondered about the references to fire in “longest day”, wondering if it was ceremonial/volcanic: the range of suggestions you can take from poetry is very wide, and I enjoy that.
keep blogging, please.

9 09 2012
glynfedwards

As wide as a word. And you, keep writing.

3 10 2012
thebloggerssoliloquy

‘a pearl earring snagged on the penumbra’ marvelous.

4 10 2012
glynfedwards

thanks. I enjoyed your story that began with the taxi tide. You capture the threat that arrives with the dark in China.

11 12 2012
iggandfriends

Love this … took back me back home to my Wales. Thanks for stopping by my blog. 🙂

11 12 2012
glynfedwards

A Wales of wonder…and wondrously bad weather

11 12 2012
iggandfriends

Oh yes! How well I know 🙂

11 12 2012
glynfedwards

Were your otters in Wales? I assumed that sea was west coast America or ‘Local Hero’ Scotland.

11 12 2012
iggandfriends

Scotland – south west, just off the Mull of Galloway. I’m from North Wales – Porthmadog, and am currently having a years unpaid sabbatical from my job. For the moment I’m with my parents up here. It is beautiful here, but oh, how I miss the mountains, and the language! Hiraeth.

11 12 2012
glynfedwards

I’ve just had a lesson on ‘the hundred nuances of ‘hireath” by my girlfriend. Your pictures make Scotland seem magical, which now makes Wales utopian by comparison. Nos da.

12 12 2012
iggandfriends

The joys of the untranslatable Welsh language 🙂

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