On Being Welsh – Dydd Dewi Sant
On being Welsh
in a land ruled by the English
I am the all-seeing eyes at the tip of Worm’s Head.
I am the teeth of the rocks at Rhossili.
I am the blackness in Pwll Ddu pool
when the sea-swells suck the stranger
in and out, sanding his bones.
Song pulled taut from a dark Welsh lung,
I am the memories of Silure and beast
mingled in a Gower Cave.
Tamer of aurox, hunter of deer, caretaker of coracle,
fisher of salmon on the Abertawe tide,
I am the weaver of rhinoceros wool.
I am the minority, persecuted for my faith,
for my language, for my sex,
for the coal-dark of my thoughts.
I am the bard whose harp, strung like a bow,
will sing your death with music of arrows
from the wet Welsh woods.
I am the barb that sticks in your throat
from the dark worded ambush of my song.
On Being Welsh – short stories – Amazon and Cyberwit
On Being Welsh – poems included in my selected poems (1979-2009)
Cherry always listened to my readings
Click here to here Roger’s reading on Anchor
– On Being Welsh
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