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”
Magnificent! All of it’s great, but I so loved “kissing gates”!!
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.
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.
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…