Welsh Hills

I loved you before I knew you

deep-rooted, firmly based on legend

and childish dreams. No, not childish—

I loved you with steel of sword

and dragon’s fire, for your crystal

caves and heroes’ havens

your mantles of mist your still, cold pools

those crossing-places of darkness

where anything could be true


A lifelong affair—should I be ashamed?

I have met you, now

more solid and yet otherworldly

where princes once gazed

sheep now graze in grassy courts.

Your kissing gates, low stone walls

green valley views framed by moss-

crumbled doors broken stairs:

a trysting place for old souls


Inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a love poem to an inanimate object.

5 thoughts on “Welsh Hills”

    1. Our trip to Wales last summer was the first time I had seen a kissing gate in person–and there were lots of ’em! I’m so glad I had my photos to jog my memory, too.


  1. This sounds so romantic! I’ve always had a fondness for medieval settings and stuff. 🙂 I wish I could see this for myself but your poem offers a tantalizing glimpse as it is.


  2. We are living in Europe for a few years, so of course I’m off to explore castles every chance I get! I am on a mission to see all the places I’ve read about in books…


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