“One may observe from the names of places that another people once possessed that country” – Edward Lhwyd, 1705
A world there was for someone at another time,
another place, which was here and still scents the air
holding memories of a different shape of speech
now and then and once for a trace of time
a word spoken by a lost ancestor lingers
holding significance across centuries elusive as water
running to ground, draining through sediments settling
to re-call a landscape that was, and remains
sharp as gorse after rain.
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