Pentre Ifan

I have laid you out upon the cromlech
Here in the space between earth and sky
Your body ready to return
A circle drawn
Above, the raptor’s cry
Shrieks the tears I cannot shed

 

The menhir carry you shoulder high
Hauling the boat from this slate beach
Shingle slipping away
Upturned boat
Below, the hollow ocean throws up
My grief, wave after wave

 

I will let you go
While angels sing upon the hill
In the space between earth and sky
A circle drawn
Ready to return
A pebble thrown at high tide