and in the shop…
“Ruth Bidgood reads a selection of her poetry ”
Sarn Cambria ;
“Land-music / Black Mountains”,
“Above the Forests”
and “Hearing Voices”,
“New and Collected Poetry”,
“Symbols of Plenty”
I can’t remember the farms.
Forgive me, Cefn y Fedw, Cwm Car, Gwybedog,
all you other houses lost, you phantom fields.
Forgive me for my love of your supplanters,
moulded moorland stripped of husbandry,
narrow road unrolling toward a skyline
of the Beacons, never the same two journeys running,
black and sharp on turbulent sky, enigma glimpsed
through mist, or in high summer a golden promise.
I’ve read the story –
An army’s demands, leaving enforced, false hints
that with war’s end return might come.
Forgive me, Yscir Fawr, Cefn Bryn, Tir-bach,
that your ghosts trouble me so rarely,
that my eyes and ears are jarred so little
by today’s few red flags, peremptory notices,
far-off manikins who might be playing at war.
Forgive me that what I meet
in these desolate miles is an austere
beauty, and almost always, peace.