West of Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun lies the village of Cnwch-y-craig, and west of Cnwch-y-craig lies everywhere else. Keep going and you get to Llanfihangel-y-creuddun. This is home to one Richard Emmanuel Jones and others.
A sad jar of atoms, alone on a shelf Jostled net-nowhere, preserving its self Out it could see! - through transparent skin But it wanted another, so it could see in.
Looking forward to hearing more about the "sad jar of atoms", and I think Byron would approve.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem
ReplyDeleteBut do you mean "its self" on line 2........