Raining Kettles And Walking Sticks (Bryntitli, Above Llangurig, April 1992) Poem by Richard George

England's rivers throng this sky.
Dogged by skua westerlies
clouds disgorge pans
as men left them, slate seams
veined with native iron.

Tussock moor: my track dissolves.
A croft, abandoned, huddles
in a lee of pines at habitation's limit:
still, into a pool of spume
its spring somersaults, gleeful, whisky rust.

Nimbostratus poises.
I splash-face, taste the ore,
a curlew whimpers:
Welsh water emigrates
to Severn plains, and the sea.