This poem is written about a wee cottage I frequent in Pembrokeshire in West Wales. It’s one of only about four cottages and is situated on the edge of a beach. It’s about as close as you can get to living and experiencing the wilds of Wales Dylan Thomas style.
Let us return here my lover
Spin, glide, no place or need to hide
Stars and stone can be found on the shore
With this all heal, cure, mend & restore
Sea speckles glint like jewels so lustrous
No need for not or moral compass
A lovers bench for tea and that and G&T
Snug loose jumpers baggy as the wild
My heart stoked, pure as the flooding tide
Let me take that wave, a careless dive
Ours not a love that stands still
Catch the bird in flight as it soars to endless height
Lets tramp the coast and flee so bright
We climb and esteem such glorious sight
Winds that fleet and gust and blast
Through us and leaves no shabby past
A cliff belays damp thistle and gorse
Pathways that bind and bond this wild horse
Let us come back here close the stable door
To be one another
And to love once more
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