Saturday 24 November 2018

soars the boy in his full sap

     soars the boy in his full sap
(on kilvey hill above swansea bay)

soaring higher than the windmilled hill
sky larked up and high and blue eyed
above the fork-tongued piers
docked upon the sea of his morning 
flowing along the sun-arced bay
dazzling away on this hazy day
heather bees nit-comb dusted
pouring over the warm rocks
lizard-lichened the low fallen walls
and so it turns this boy’s day
young and rising and bursting 
just this one time of his life 
it goes running of his full sap

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