Tuesday, 30 August 2022

Edgar Evans of Rhossili

 Edgar Evans of Rhossili 


sunlight flakes the lime walled snow

held fast in a cold gaze ponders

how close to fate we often are

in this stained window depicting yours 

away a visitor’s thought transcends 

in the dazzling of the west fall sun

held fast a night of wait begins

to wail away the sadfast hours 

in down and downward eyes

cries to the sea we pray he made his port

but not on this earth from that icy lot

but on the shore of another’s kindly thought 

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