Going with the tide

 avikship

the Clwyd hills beckon

on the horizon from the Dee

the birdsong heralds

the turning of the tide

as we slip into darkness

giving the Judas kiss to Cunedda

to take Deva in his wake

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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