A Small Welsh Hill - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
A small Welsh hill
Which has never been mentioned
In any Eisteddfod
Has eaten a farmhouse whole…
Walls, chimney, lintel
It has washed the masonry down
With one week’s pitiless rain
And an outsize leek
Which won first prize
At a Cardiff garden show.
For afters, it’s eyeing up a plump black ram.
A fissure’s already opening near the peak.
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