Hazel Buckingham

Rookie (1959 / My Parents' Bedroom)

Croeso Cymru - Poem by Hazel Buckingham

And the dragon hides in bloated clouds
that bind the hills in skeins of grey.
She bides her time till break of day
to free her land from jealous shrouds.

She rises from her bed of slate and blows:

a gentle ruffling, rippling breath to break
the straps of night time’s harness;
her claws snatch at the remnant whispers
to let once-muffled sunlight flow
across the beaches, land and lakes.
Now diamonds jazz the emerald grass,
gold glisters bright in sediment rivers,
topaz sparks on cataracts’ fall

and she returns to rest till next morn’s call.

At last, life stirs in the valley below
and again takes for granted her treasured show.


Comments about Croeso Cymru by Hazel Buckingham

  • (5/13/2011 8:00:00 AM)


    u have musicalised...nice pace..keep up
    ur poems made nice reading...excellent composition...i loved reading ur poem..plz read my poem I AM A PROLETARIAT and leave a comment plz
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  • (5/13/2011 6:08:00 AM)


    Great poem having a lot of music. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom.
    Wonderfully written. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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