The Cruellest April

Poem By Richard George

My favourite photo of Wales:
shepherd leading dog
on the drovers' path above Glascwm,
the man's face a life-mask
of dirt and devotion.
Behind them Gwaunceste looms:
trees give out, then fields
to the bald slope, bare hints
of blue in the grass's green.
Last month foot and mouth
invaded Painscastle:
what are the portraits now?
The woman stoic;
men head in hands at the hearth;
the girl of eleven
taken to neighbours, screaming.
Tears freeze, come down as snow:
how many seasons burn
in newsreel minutes?

Comments about The Cruellest April

Quite powerful. Well done.
So real Richard, I lived it, you tell it like it was, exceptionally done. Jazzy x

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