Friday, 30 August 2013

Prydferth Cymru


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Haul my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
Ho at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.


Leanne xx


  1. What a beautiful and moving poem. Wales moves my soul in so many ways too. Xoxo

  2. What gorgeous scenery! I take it you had a great time. Is it a Welsh Poem? It's beautiful. Mel x

  3. Oh thank you, for the photos and the poem. I love Dylan Thomas. I need to read more poetry, I'd forgotten how much I love it. x