High on hilly plateau
nestled in sheep fields
wind ruffled lonely lake
unexpected broken boat
pulled up onto
sheep stained rocks
bright paint splinters
blue into chilly green waters
aground amongst sheep
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Tag Archives: Glaslyn
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.
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