Monday, 2 May 2022

dylan’s writing shed at laugharne

 dylan’s writing shed at laugharne 


that shed has shed its mitred words

ragged the bard’s braggadocio no more 

calls upon the moondrift tides or upon

the estuarine’s spindrift silt for

what is left when a bard has left

but a shed that has shed its heart

and only the seekers find what they seek

in the artefacts crumpled there 

translucent in mirage of i thought i thought

but alas he wasn’t there

he isn’t there

he’s gone

find your own shed

on your own estuary

and read it

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