Dyl' An' The Cat Poem by Gwilym Williams

Dyl' An' The Cat

Rating: 5.0


It's late
but I see them now -

Dylan -
corduroy trousers
turtle-neck
brogues

breathing beer fumes
like a dragon

smoking
Players' cigarettes

Caitlin -
barefoot
and carolling
wild Irish songs
polka dress
dancing
in the seashore breeze

yes, I see them -

swaying
now along the boathouse path
under
the leeward leaning woods
along
the moonlit water

'home
this night
with happy hearts'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 31 January 2008

Your name caught my eye, the same name as my father, filming has just finished here in West Wales for Dylans tale about when he lived here, your poem is lovely, a time gone, a better time I think, best wishes Lynda

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Danny Reynolds 31 January 2008

Who says nostalgia's not what it used to be? Before we all became diet/health conscious to the nth degree, there was joy in the hearts of many.(The fashions were harder to forgive.) Loved this. Danny

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Craig Anderson 31 January 2008

Reminded me of my late father coming home late from the pub, to see my wife in the window from miles off and all the way to the door..him muttering 'Oh we're in for it now.' Bloody Great Days. Thank you for sharing. Craig.

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