St David’s

Sheer skyfall, blue to blue,
plumb-lined from the heavens to the deep
measures a cliff, eroded from creation,
where only dune-grass and sheep may grow,
miraculously rooted as the earth turns.

We set out on a narrow path
littered with diamonds until,
“Stop!”
Our mother recalled us to the peril, now set between us,
a black and gold serpent basking under the pitiless sun.

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Image: Adder, by Mick E. Talbot, used under Creative Commons license via https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adder.jpg

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