Sun shimmering on sea ¬
watched from the arm of Llŷn ¬
from up on the castle rock ¬
gannets diving into glittering water ¬
and over on the far coast ¬
another castle and mountains touched by cloud ¬
Harddlech to which Matholwch’s ships come sailing ¬¬
A landscape, a seascape, with story ¬
the ships as vividly real as these gannets ¬
black-tipped wings stretched out as they plunge ¬
down through air and water ¬¬
Looking across at the southward sweep of the bay ¬
the story unfolds there and elsewhere ¬
then the ships returning ¬
Branwen with Matholwch sailing ¬
away to Ireland carrying ¬
a memory of mutilated horses ¬
a lingering history of these coasts, these castles ¬
the diving gannets & the glittering sea ¬
still here occupying the space of story ¬
the stilled waves yet holding ¬
echoes of troubled waters ¬
layers of time & not-time ¬
unfolding from the rippling tide ¬
quietly lapping a gritty shore. ¬¬
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