Poem: Glaslyn

Smothered in grey cloud
still blue
her wavelets lap a pebbled shore
an unseen sheep bleats lonely
by the straying path
to a ruined farm.

When we returned, our lady lake
lifted her misty veil
revealed her secret valleys
glowing with sunlight
way beneath us
everyday
soul stealing
magic.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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