Llantwit Major
Bare rock,
smooth worn, yet riven of a violent tide;
my seat to face the distant salt-wave roar
across a wide, hard bay
that harbours hidden life between the bones
of earth.
Cold air,
the far sourced bearer of my deep sought news;
link to a soul that flashes through the stars,
across a world of stone
that scarcely seems to give a space for life
to breathe.
Ghost cloud,
hides further shore and hills in mystery;
conceals the sky where dwells our greater selves,
beyond linked hands and hearts –
a universe where all our lives are one,
and touch.
These thoughts
arise within me, born upon the gale,
loud spoken in anarchic cries of gulls,
that scour this silent world
where words die, lost in day’s cacophony,
unheard.
Ocean,
the link of places in this fractured globe,
will sing to us a distance overcome;
air will caress the face
of spirit heights in which we stand as one
on earth.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2023
