Machynys

Summer.

A misnomer, a laugh, a joke,
a poke in the eye of the hopeful children, offspring
of the Mabinogi.
An apricot splash on the flannel grey vest of the western sky,
a flash of tomorrow, the sun slowly sinks;
the night draws in, expectations wane with the waxing of Lady Luna,
cool-hearted queen who dominates and nominates the next in line.
Machynys stays silent.
New and old, hand in hand.
The water swirls, dangerous, treacherous.
Wild ponies are watchful, scenting the salt and the marsh,
continuing their harsh existence without complaint.
A bowlful of stars, upended and endless, is cradling the creatures
that move and sleep and keep
the faith.

Sea grass waving, languishing over the lonely shore,
reaching out to Atlantis, Lyonesse and Ys, hidden lands from
aeons ago,
seen by the few who care to stare
long enough at the deep,dark sea.
I see them.
I stare in wonder at the ocean mountains, hazy and cloudy.
Monster lizards lounge at the end of the world, hungry and sly,
edging out to the brink of beyond, but forever still and silent. Beasts of rock.
I look up at the sea, for that's where it is; cupped in the hand of Donn, safe for now,
but when the west wind howls and rages, whips itself to a frenzy, and the
moon is full and white....
....the thin silver line is breached, and the water reclaims the earth.

Rushing, engulfing, the swallowing black sea
washes over the fragile, brittle landscape.
Foolish men who thought all would be well, will suffer
the flood, the mud, the mess, and confess
the error of their ways.
The tall white castles, domains of lords of luck and gain, will fall,
crumble and tumble, make fat cats humble.
Retribution.

Machynys. My childhood land of freedom and fantasy.
Wind-blown races on the sand, hand in hand
with distant, forgotten friends.
Long estranged from the untamed grassland of fabulous stories,
dens and unclimbed quarries....
....but still in my heart centre, my yearning, secretive soul.