Y blaidd wal – wolfs lair.

Formed in a storm by the breaking of a limb

a time when wolves roamed

now I lie fallen after five hundred years

my time is taken too, like yours.

Fractured and broken sand stone walls sheep folds

the old names have been deleted a pasting over of history

that endless creep and the landscape has lost a sense of itself

I see hear your name in the old place and you haunt us still.

©robcullen29062017 published The Learned Pig.