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"Awen yn codi o'r cudd ac yn cydio'r cwbl"
- Waldo Williams
(Awen arising from hiding and everything binding)

Turning Off

Sheepwool beaded with rain
snagged on a trailing stem of bramble.

I had never been this way before
though I have passed, not following,
the sign pointing off the main road,
but that day I turned,
came to the place on the sign,
took the path across a muddy field,
saw the snag of wet wool
wiry on its hooks of bramble
and the bare blackthorns in a scrappy hedge:

all these icons of knowing looming
out of the white shadows
of that pale day;

and horses, yes there were horses,
denying the melancholy of the mist,
from another world, chesnut brown
and vibrant as they galloped
across the field
affirming the significance
of a sign followed.


  1. Wonderful Greg - a real Iris Murdoch "We read to know we're not alone" moment for me.

    Expresses that percipient knowing of a sign received - of true dialogue. Unfortunately I usually ruin the experience by over-reflection at a later time!

  2. Thanks Francis.

    Certainly reading - and writing - to know we are not alone is a major motivating factor, in spite of at times thinking that writing is for its own sake.


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