Today's poem is a person. And you know who you are Bronwen Williams. Some people fall in love quickly. Some people never fall in love. Dai Penrallt once fell in love with a hole in a tree on the way to Chapel. But Bronwen Williams.....ah my Bronwen......my blodyn bach.....easy under the apple bough I tried her for sighs. Indeed.
I read her like a blind man
The bluebells turned their heads
The river chuckled knowingly
The skies swirled blues and reds
And climbing now the stickward stairs
My bed's no longer heaven
For fifty years ago the tart
Fucked off with Jim from Devon.