Gateway
Something loosened
knots unravelled
a sluicegate gave way
as I watched the new moon sink
over the settled sea
of Hell’s Mouth bay.
A curlew call pierced the air
from another place
far across the silence
a linnets’ chorus scattered
sharp sparks of song all over
the stark hedges of top field....
This, followed close by
the click of cogs settling inside me.
Light flickered as
crowds of starlings arrived on telegraph wires
and covered the field in spangled wings,
prattling marauders, picking from the ground,
their meals enriched
from the leavings of grazing sheep
and Charolais cattle who stare with gentle eyes.
In the dunes of Porth Neigwl
we watched a stonechat flit
among bramble briars
it’s flirty mate chanting
a call like turning metal cogs...
clickclick peep clickclick peep
and later, in the dusky dark of top field
I leant on the farm gate
and looked to the shadow of Ynys Enlli
where that slender mooncrescent of gold
slid into the sea
and something inside me
slipped
into place.
