Poems

PELVIC FLAW

The body betrays us in so many ways
No staying that decay

The pleasures that I used to take 
Now grate

Muscles grown weak
With which I used to grip and tease -
I’ve now begun to fear the cough and sneeze

The clenching that held babies back
Grown slack

And dancing round the room
All that I see
Is grey haired Tena ladies
And me.

RHOSCOCH HIGH COOS

Cool between hot pines
Hammock, gin and tonic, book –
My hill vantage point

A curlew summer
Coo ee cries across the moor – 
High and plaintive now

Pipits panicking
A cuckoo scouts the grassland,
Hike’s an egg and’s gone

In the beech tree’s height
Doves vroo cooing all day long – 
No peace anywhere

Kee wick cries, high pitched
As the night flight tawny hunts – 
Coo hoo her reply

High on a Welsh hill
Cocooned against the winter – 
Then the boiler fails

The parties we had
That filled the hill with laughter –
Ah, such joyous times

I’ll miss the barn owl
More than my other neighbours – 
My white night daemon