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Clydach Gorge


Poetry by Cage Williams

 

Clydach Gorge

 

barefoot on gravel with imprecision

and pain catapults me into myself

this grey cell of a dwelling

central South Wales

 

on the edge of the Black Mountains

a cave that’s worked into the rock

not so much down as across

into the hill

 

twins, as good as raised by wolves

dwell three ducks deep, feel their way

to safety lightless through water

to breathe an air that’s theirs alone

 

what they would see had they the means to

on those many fingered crag walls

the rich blood-colours of ancient hands

scratches of old runes

 

but to the two of them

their rock cold world only ever dark

feeling their way together

to chart each the other’s progress