Byron Beynon: Two poems

The language of saltmarsh
with muddy creeks,
durable ponies,
reflected light
eagerly awaiting
the ebbings of signs
to be read;
nature’s art
a bonus for the enduring senses
to reach across,
meanings that draw
the quiet eye within,
capturing a sudden scape,
constant moods
which return here,
a scenery of performances
caught on a physical stage.

Shaped by the hands
of an invisible sculptor
they inhabit this breath of land,
standing apart
parallel with light and dark
music modulates
through their leaves,
individual notes
that entrance
an audience of sun and stars;
when silence comes
there is a future to dream of,
secret and wild
as roots touch beneath
the infinite cupola of a torn heaven.

Copyright © Byron Beynon 2017

Byron Beynon lives in Swansea.  His most recent collection is Through Ilston Wood (Lapwing Publications)


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