Dreamscape

It seemed, I saw a sea, turquoise

below an azure sky, a few white clouds 

waves rushed on to the silver strand

from which rose a green land of woods and fields

My footsteps led from the water’s edge

To where I stood.  The sea birds wheeled

Above, the wilderness in the voices

Ahead the sand rose gently though the marram grass

The path grew green and the grass

brushed the sand from my feet

birch trees gave way to oak and beech

as I wandered inland heeding a distant call

I passed through the wildwood, the path

Turned along the borders of a stone walled field

The crop was wheat, golden feathered in this

Day of highest summer, the stones lay ahead

A great capstone marked with lichens, held up

from the earth by a broken ring of boulders

and stooping very low I could enter the ancient tomb

and lie on the clean damp earth as once before

  

Inspired by memories of Lligwy, Sir Fon

July2020