Deifr (Deira)

by Meirion Jordan


Deifr (Deira)

It starts with this:

the somehow-dappled land,

the sea-thumbed rocks,

the sun-burnt grass, the cairn

and headland cutting the sky in two;

 

the places without name,

or names partly forgotten;

of rivers called 'river'

of hills called 'hill':

with waters, beside waters.

 

The stream or the waves give voice.

Keel-gathering clouds, the woods

watching the shore; where

the sea thuds like a drum.

© Meirion Jordan